i swear it was one of the first things i looked up when i moved to the city. been wanting the sweet nostalgia filled taste of cotton candy dippinā dots for what feels like decades. took me a year into living here to finally make my dreams come true.
iāve visited quite a few friendsā small town hometowns and the one thing that stood out to me was the local ice cream spots. i love yapping over insane ice cream flavors
Family owned chocolate, candy, and ice cream shop. I still go every time Iām in town. I order close to $100 worth every year through my niecesā dance fundraiser. So much has changed about where I grew up. Itās become another overdeveloped suburb. My dad is gone, my childhood home is not ours anymore. This place is one constant.
Grew up in Petaluma, CA and downtown petaluma had such a cute spot for hosuade ice cream
went there for every birthday and sometimes for an after dinner desert.
was where my younger sister had her first bite of ice cream too
it's changed sooo much a little bittersweet tbh
yeah this is the shit i want to contain how this app makes me feel and stare at the container or shake it up and watch the snow fall upon the (literal and) metaphorical frozen landscape of joy
Dunno how Tyler cracked the code but somehow Iām looking at a feed of gratitude lists instead of doom scrolling passive agressive buckshot that wants me to kill myself. This is the best thing on the internet since tumblr.
you recognized my Fields of Land sweater at Space Prom, it was so wild to me that iād meet anyone outside of NYC who knew of this tiny brand that in the moment I think I just said āyooo it is!! thatās so crazy!!ā or something and dapped you up. we chatted for a bit to see if we had any mutual friends from the city but I donāt think we did. eventually you got back to your friends but later in the night you walked past again and I think we both just gave a nod and said āyo.ā never got your name or gave you mine, who were you fashionable stranger??
