me: *uses caffeine as an antidepressant*
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Tea is an act complete in its simplicity.
When I drink tea, there is only me and the tea.
The rest of the world dissolves.
There are no worries about the future.
No dwelling on past mistakes.
Tea is simple: loose-leaf tea, hot pure water, a cup.
I inhale the scent, tiny delicate pieces of the tea floating above the cup.
I drink the tea, the essence of the leaves becoming a part of me.
I am informed by the tea, changed.
This is the act of life, in one pure moment, and in this act the truth of the world suddenly becomes revealed: all the complexity, pain, drama of life is a pretense, invented in our minds for no good purpose.
There is only the tea, and me, converging.
Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
Coffee is far more than a beverage. It is an invitation to life, disguised as a cup of warm liquid. It’s a trumpet wake-up call or a gentle rousing hand on your shoulder…Coffee is an experience, an offer, a rite of passage, a good excuse to get together.
Nicole Johnson, Fresh Brewed Life (via delta-breezes)
I want to sit on a rooftop in Paris with a bottle of cheap wine in hand, while we would stare at the sight in front of us. Taking in the sounds of people chatting at a local cafe downstairs, while the smell of croissants and bitter coffee fill the air.
Because we hear boys call their girlfriends “baby” and girlfriends call their boyfriends “sweety” when they grew up with their parents calling them these names too. No one thought that was wrong.
Because when she was crying and sad for no reason he said “I love you baby” and put a blanket around her and made her a cup of tea. No one thought that was wrong.
Because she liked when he took control and he ordered her food for her, opened the door for her, made sure she ate, and bought her a stuffed animal on Valentines Day and even other days of the years just because he loved her. No one thought that was wrong.
Because she liked to please him and she liked when he teased her and tied her up and was rough with her. And when he came on her. and how afterward he would caress her gently telling her how good his baby was. No one thought that was wrong.
And because men’s fantasy get to include women in school uniforms, or women in pig tails, or women with who’d crawl in front of them, all within the privacy of their bedrooms and confinement of their relationship, all while fathering children including little girls on a normal day to day basis. No one thought that was wrong.
When she was stressed out from work or school or family or bills he told her not to worry about a thing and to let him take care of things while she watched her favorite movies. No one thought that was wrong.
So he treated her like a princess and called her “baby” and “babygirl” and looked out for her like a little girl why would it be wrong if she saw him as her caretaker. Why would it be wrong if she called him Daddy?
“Why do you call him Daddy?” (via allowmetoindulge)
THIS IS FUCKING GLORIOUS!!!!!!!!
Rainy days should be spent at home with a cup of tea and a good book
(via silentraindropsfalling)
help im broke i spent all my money on coffee
jk i have 5 more dollars just enough for another coffee
help im broke i spent all my money on coffee
Saying there are no aliens in the universe is like scooping a cup of water out of the ocean and saying there is no fish.
at the end of the day it’s you. it’s you who has to make sure that you’re okay. it’s you who has to hold yourself. it’s you who has to decided to keep going. sure making some tea will make you feel okay but you really do have to make sure you’re okay. you have to keep holding on and keep trying, it’s hard out here, I know that. it’s you and you can do it. you can do whatever you want to do because you are strong and you’ve made it so far