#coffee and writing

[coffeeandthoughtspoetry]

I fell in love and I'm obsessed for real

[logophilist1982]

Typing

[academic-vampire]

𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 🥀

[ariasmontage]

Worked on my midterm paper in an interesting cafe. It was architecture-themed🤍

The latte was so good! It was just the right amount of milky.

[eloquenthubak1982]

Poem

[saturnianthots]

[itsawritblr]

Starting my writing day.

6 AM.

5 hours of writing and 5 cups of coffee later.

Still, it's better than working retail.

But then, everything is.

[cursemyexistences]

there’s just something about them

[incompleteddiaries]

We'll make memories our entire life,

But when I die I hope you keep them alive.

Safely with you till the day death comes.

Our memories will always stay there,

Fine and healthy between us.

Even if our bodies rot and turn to dust.

Don't worry my dear we'll meet again

In another life as strangers, to create

entire new memories together.

We'll meet, meet and meet somehow,

Because we're meant to be

In each and every life.

[giandnt]

I've been sitting in the middle of this lost city with a coffee that reminds me of a memory I could never let go of. Spending hours in the same spot sipping the bitter taste of what I thought we called our own. It was my favorite. It once became our signature even after you told me that it would never be the type of drink you would have. I know I sound funny, but it’s been two summers, and I still picture your face when you tell me that it's weird to have something bitter and sweet at the same time.

Yet you always grab my cup and take every last drop. So I didn't believe you.

I thought you wanted how I like my coffee—bitter and a bit sweet. Until you walked towards me one day with your cup, leaving mine half empty. You wanted me to taste it knowing pure sweetness isn’t for me. That's how I understand that your cup will never compliment how bitter I prefer is my coffee. You don't like it bitter as I never like sweets. We can't be like my coffee—bittersweet, and it was never our thing. It was just mine, never yours. You were never mine as I wasn't yours. It’s been two summers, and I like my coffee now bitter, without sweets, yet much stronger.

Bittersweet is never a thing, just how the memory of you will forever haunt me and will never be my sweet thing.

[estellaedgewater]

Day 15 of writing until I finish my book.

I’ve learned that none of my words exist without coffee

[coffeeandthoughtspoetry]

“it’s so easy for you to love me when everything’s good.”

[logophilist1982]

Writing desk

[academic-vampire]

𝔦𝔣 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔣𝔢, 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔱? (ℭ𝔞𝔣𝔢 ℭ𝔞𝔪𝔲𝔰)

@cafe-camus

[ariasmontage]

a good brunch heals my soul.

[xaviersmutantsstuff]

That cafe weekend where you romanticize studying on a rainy day ☕🌧🍪