#coffee diaries

[nicked-it]

Too hot for anything other than an iced coffee so no latte art practice today

[soulmvtes]

it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands

[tdrk-katsuki]

whoever invented zero calorie sodas i am kissing you on the mouth

[bobbybriggs]

#joel miller, coffee's number one fan.

THE LAST OF US, 01.04 - "Please Hold To My Hand."

[galina]

Baby, we have too much language

[hilasss]

Escenas domésticas de fin del invierno

[literatureaesthetic]

summer diaries 001

[inthepalmofmyhand]

trying to stay productive so bad >.<

but I'm getting there...

Today I'll go study in the library, then I'll take part in a study for one of my psychology courses and finally in the evening I have schedualed a dance class with one of the most famous dance teachers in my country. Hope it will turn out good :3

[notesbyallie]

[lanalove2012]

[psumnt-studentcouncil]

Tree headcanons!

I really just took the fact it’s into non-fiction media and ran with it lmao

[salembehindbars]

God was really in his bag when he made fall a season.

[silverystardustt]

there's something so finalizing about finishing an impromptu poem in the notes app just as you get to the coffee shop's door

[caffeinatedcatlover]

The first 15 pictures posted on Caffeinated Cat Lover. Thank you all for making this little space on the internet so nice!

[galina]

An autumn Sunday in East London: cobble stones and terraces—the air is grey but warm, muggy—the flower market heaving with beautiful people in their shiny shoes, long coats, sweater vests, tiny dogs—calla lilies in hoards—a band and a tap dancer perform outside the pub which is just opening its doors—cyclists lazily skirt round corners past people with no plans, who are hanging around outside the café waiting for a coffee, sharing a cigarette, a bit of quiet conversation, perfect people-watching

[clovers-n-matcha]

It feels like Summer passed on so quickly..

but I welcome the autumn like a long lost friend🤎🍁☕️