"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unaware." - Hebrews 13:2
“We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.” - The Song of Achilles
Name: Josh(ua) Green (he/him)
Age: 32
Birthday: January 24th, 1989
Height: 5'10"
Location: the outskirts of New York City, NY
Occupation: Barista/Grad Student at NYU/Aspiring Novelist
Hobbies: watching indie movies, writing (and to a lesser degree, editing), playing/collecting tabletop games, photography (really he just dabbles in it from time to time, definitely not a professional)
Most Treasured Possession: an old polaroid photo in a frame that's too large for the picture itself on his desk. it shows him and his childhood best friend, their mouths open wide and beaming from laughter, hugging each other tightly in silly out-of-fashion suits that were clearly rented and slightly too big. a date is scrawled on the back in black ink - Prom Night, 2006.
He shoves his hands back into the pockets of his denim jacket, his collar popped to fight the sudden gusts surrounding him as he walked. He shrugs, his shoulders tight and high on his stalky frame. "I'm just kind of wandering aimlessly, y'know? Just like everyone else. No one really knows what they actually want, I think. I mean, I thought I used to, but then it just...didn't happen. And y’know, that's okay - life is full of disappointments and compromises, blah blah blah.” He pauses, spinning on his heels to face you while continuing to walk. “But, if something good comes your way, if it just strolls past or miraculous floats by, you take it - you grab the goddamn thing,” He points his finger firmly towards you, as if to try and push you back with the air, “And you hold onto it for dear fucking life."
He lets out a brief, slightly frustrated puff of air as he comes to a stop at the end of the sidewalk, the maw of the subway threatening to consume him whole. A white cloud forms from his breath in an instant front of his face as it kisses the cold wind, and you finally notice the speckled snowflakes now decorating his messy hair. "Just...trust me on that one, okay?"
fc: the cutest spider dude around, andrew garfield
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