"Why do you always disappear?" he asked, on a morning I planned not running into anyone, with tired eyes and a weary heart I answered much to his surprise. "Because every now and then I tend to lose myself. I disappear in order to find her." Though it was true, a part of me held back wanting to say I just needed someone to notice. That losing myself came in all sorts of consequences, and I just wanted someone else to come searching for that part of me I lost, too. And so he smiled, and asked if I wanted to eat my croissant.
The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.
This is one of the best things iv seen today
At least I get a nice view while studying my life away (at The Stacks)
Somewhere between caffeine and nicotine you will find me, unentertained and worn out, pressed to the steps beside my house.
Glacier National Park, Montana | Nikhil Shah