#coffee and newspaper

[pernillecfcw]

☕️🗞️

[thunderstruck9]

Billy Sullivan (American, 1946), Summer Sunday Breakfast, 1984. Ink on paper, 60 x 42 in.

[academic-vampire]

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱, 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯.

[huariqueje]

Breakfast with ensaimada , Breakfast with Mallorcan Pastry - Matias Quetglas , 1975.

Spanish , b. 1946 -

Egg tempera , 74 x 92 cm.

[inthedarktrees]

Actor Marion Brash sits at the breakfast table, reading a newspaper and holding a cup of coffee, 1953

[wannabewriterlol]

David ‘above my pay grade’ Wymack

[life-spire]

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Born to Kill (Robert Wise, 1947)

[sky-cannon]

[thekidsarentalright]

NO, WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN

[fidjiefidjie]

☕️ Paris🗼Daily 📰

Illustration de 🖌🖍 de Fifi Flowers

👋 Bel après-midi

[vampbilee]

Thou requests pixels with a prison theme/News paper(brown) aesthetic.

(Translation: May I request Prison themed/News paper pixels)

—⛓️

yeah sure why not, heres some that hopefully match.

[literaryvein]

L. V., i found this poem stuck between a poet's teeth

[academic-vampire]

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.

[huariqueje]

Morning Coffee - Reino Harsti

Finnish, 1900 - 1979

Drypoint

[onehundredfoxess]

31 / help / 335 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

“Come help me,” Neil called to Andrew from the living room. He was standing in front of a bare wall, bits of painters tape criss-crossing over itself and mapping out a future gallery wall.

Andrew simply stood and stared at his boyfriend, wondering how exactly he needed his help wrecking the walls of their new apartment.

“Hold this up in the center,” Neil instructed, ignoring Andrew’s bored expression and handing him a framed photo. “I want to see how it looks before I put a nail in the wall.”

“No,” Andrew said flatly, noticing what the photo was of. It was a newspaper cutout of Andrew, a candid photo of him playing exy.

Of course Neil wanted an exy gallery wall in their living room. Idiot.

“Yes,” Neil refuted. “It’s the first news article after you went pro!”

Andrew felt something tighten in his chest at the thought behind the choice, at the way Neil had always been so undeniably supportive. Sentimental idiot, Andrew corrected himself, still hating the photo.

“I’ll return the bedspread,” Neil conceded. He rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited to see if Andrew would cave.

Andrew just stared back at him. It was an exy bedspread.

“And the shower curtain.”

An exy shower curtain.

“And the dishes.”

“You bought exy dishes?” Andrew asked in exasperation.

Neil sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, looking only mildly sheepish about all of his exy-themed purchases.

“Return everything that makes this place look like a fucking gift shop,” Andrew said, finally stepping forward and holding the photo of him in place against the wall. He looked back to gauge Neil’s reaction to the placement, and was surprised to see one of his rare, soft smiles.

Affection and pride battled for dominance in Neil’s eyes, and Andrew thought he might hang ten pictures of himself on that wall if it kept that look on his boyfriend’s face.

As long as it was the only exy decor in the apartment, that is.