“I was so intelligent and cynical and yet had such a kind face”
Sylvia Plath. The bell jar.
me without a lash lift
all because i was too lazy to pour the cold brew in another cup, it was extremely necessary to do it directly in my cup 😔
I love people who know my tasteee
i’m never gonna be able to make people understand how much i love coffee and how important it is for me. I know it can sound weird to be so attached to a simple drink but with black coffee everything feels different, is like a celestial feeling when you drink it.
When i have a cup of black iced coffee in a hot day is literally like if i was drinking a piece of heaven, and a warm one in a cold rainy day make my day so good and everything feels cozy and right.
I freaking love so much black coffee omg.
our conversations don’t usually go as planned, you’re much nicer to me in my head, you care a lot more and listen to what i said
i forgot my headphones at home , im gonna km
“what did I think it was wrong? that made it sound as if nothing was really wrong, i only thought it was wrong.”
Sylvia Plath. The bell jar.
“i’m not a violent dog, i don’t know why i bite” had me SOBBING
the romance of sitting in a room with the person you love, each of you doing your own thing like reading a book or playing a game.... silent but full of love and warmth
i’m just a girl, i love art, books, writing, dancing and laying on the floor while I drink coffee and overthink my whole life.
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