In
Abstract,
coffee
[1] Sunday
Today is a good day.
The more it gets cold outside, the more I love it to be cozy inside: lots of pillows, some framed photos, nice lighting, many books, and a lovely cup of coffee.
Everything is so sad, and so beautiful.
And I've been daydreaming lately – about picnics on the beach, flower hair-bands, ice-creams, and golden sunlight. While sipping my special blend of coffee, I tell myself that my time is just around the corner – that all the wrongs will turn into right very soon and I will smile from my heart.
Some Sundays it all feels like a load of crap, while on other days I convince my tiny heart to smile briefly.
Today is one of those days.
Today is a good day.
The more it gets cold outside, the more I love it to be cozy inside: lots of pillows, some framed photos, nice lighting, many books, and a lovely cup of coffee.
Everything is so sad, and so beautiful.
And I've been daydreaming lately – about picnics on the beach, flower hair-bands, ice-creams, and golden sunlight. While sipping my special blend of coffee, I tell myself that my time is just around the corner – that all the wrongs will turn into right very soon and I will smile from my heart.
Some Sundays it all feels like a load of crap, while on other days I convince my tiny heart to smile briefly.
Today is one of those days.
Today is a good day.