When you look up…
From underneath the crabapple tree, the world is pink and green, with blinding sunlight and tiny pieces of sky poking through the swaying branches. It’s quite a dreamy view.
Coffee is a lot more than just a drink. It’s something happening, an event, a place to be somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, not in actual hours or minutes, but in a chance to be yourself, and have a second cup.
Over it
I’m so damn sick and tired of wanting what I can’t have. And maybe that why I want it so much, because I can’t have it. But until I can have it what should I do?! It’s just so frustrating seeing you wanting someone else when last week it was me





