cara 1st generation user

the largest borough of 5 in new york city , largely composed of manhattan island which is surrounded by the hudson river, harlem river, and east river. as of 2019, its population was 1.62 million people

dream job... but i'm not smart enough.

too damn cold in northern nevada. where's the snow? no snow, only cold. you tease.

the ability to do work. or anything.

something i have none of

love can mean so many things. it could mean the little jump in your heart when their name pops up in your notifications. it can mean your willingness and desire to please them in every way possible. it can mean the outpouring of support for that special friend. it can mean the smile that creeps across your face when you think of that one text, moment, conversation. sometimes it can be the way your heart aches because you’re stuck between two. sometimes it can be the wandering imagination of a lonely moment.
love seems to be the most complicated thing in the universe, and i’ve studied the universe.

that giddy feeling you get feeling the first nips of winter in the air, seeing christmas lights pop up around the city more and more, seeing ornaments and tinsel galore adorning the shelves in every shop, gazing up at the moon and half expecting to see a sleigh in the sky

biggest free to use video streaming platform, released in 2005. originally started as a dating website, failed catastrophically, and was bought by google 18 months after its initial launch to become the massive video sharing platform it is today

salt bae

frustrated. what am i doing wrong?

imagine with me, if you will, a snowfall.

the catastrophic peace of a winter morning, grey skies and icy windows framed by flakes laid to rest

frostbitten breezes wind through heavy-laden branches, sending clouds of snow swirling through the air as if from a powder-puff against a grandmother's cheek

wandering rays of sunlight find their way through the cloud cover

and it's beautiful.

wondering.

missing a friend.

i chase the weight of the moments after rainfall


where the world is restored to its former peace, albeit heavier, and the only sounds are the whispers of wayward droplets being tossed down from the treetops to join their minuscule sea

a soaring color full of hope, richness, depth, beauty.
the color of the horizon when the lingering rays of sunlight caress the hills
the gentle breath of lavender swaying in a summer breeze
a tribute to dreams of prosperity

i look at my phone for a text from /them/ way too often.