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another take on day 3 (Paw)!
[image description: a black and white watercolor painting of a rocky, tree-lined mountaintop with a giant cat sleeping nestled between two of the distant peaks. a few silhouetted birds fly overhead. /end i.d.]
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.
July 30th, 2024 | Went back to Cambridge for a lovely Summer weekend catching up with friends and falling in love again with my former home away from home 🌻
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
ig credit: fieldnotesbyfi
the answer you're looking for is probably a warm bowl of soup btw
what greater gift is there than the first days of autumn
most unstable girl you know: i need to get a masters degree
Mimosa. Postcard by Yuri Ryakhovsky (1976).
Struggling lately with finding the motivation to do things which is especially rough when I’ve built so much of my self-worth and fulfillment on being able to do things well. When working full time, near the end it just felt like burn out but now that I’m venturing back into furthering my education it’s just been getting worse. I feel bad because I’m not completing anything and I don’t want to complete anything because I feel bad. Searching for that magic solution that will stop the cycle.
Alpine mountain stream 55/? - Alpine Haute Route, July 2021
photo by: nature-hiking
Center for Renaissance and Reformation Studies (UofTears)
A windy day with a moderate temperature will make you feel like you got reborn into a world that really loves you this time
I wish I could go to Paris right now.
ig credit: lise_frt.
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.