My-name-is-untitled - Searching For Belonging

A couple years ago, I was staying with a friend for New Year’s and we’d decided to drive down to this adorable strip of locally-owned small business shops and check them out. The bakery was particularly crowded and since I wasn’t planning to buy anything, I waited outside. It’d been snowing, and since moving I’d picked up a “Californian-experiences-true-midwest-winter-for-the-first-time” habit of making at least one (1) tiny snowman every opportunity I get

so I built a little snowman on one of the small tables on this strip. 

after about three minutes of cramming ice together, I hear, “Do you want espresso beans for the eyes?” and I turn around and there’s this gal leaning precariously far out the window of her coffee shop, surrounded by her coworkers, holding out her hand and said espresso beans.

I think of those strangers often. just the thought of them all looking out the window to see this random stranger on the corner in the snow building a tiny snowman and deciding to join in, make it special for no other reason than that they wanted to. people are so, so precious and I’m never going to forget that moment.

its been four hundred years since dreamer trilogy came out and i still get mad about people who complain about gangsey splitting up or “not being friends anymore” they literally did not stop even a little bit they’re just 18-20 year olds have you ever been 18-20 thats literally exactly what post-highschool friendships look like

On the 23rd of September in 2019 I walked along the Delaware River near Portland Pennsylvania at sunrise and I’ll never forget the extraordinary light.

the answer you're looking for is probably a warm bowl of soup btw