Coffee and Ink

Writing and leaving coffee stains on paper She/They Aro-lesbian Come for the poems stay for the gay panics

[notholaenas]

sweet thing

[theonefairygodmother]

I just would like to say that I love you, writers of Creloise

[coffeeophile]

i love the readers as well

[commonanomaly]

just make them girlfriends pls n thx

[coffeeophile]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For all my Creloise fans, I am writing a multi-chapter fic for my very queer girls. Read it while we wait for Part 2 of Season 3 to come and crush our hearts

[aloecoffee27]

And then, on days with the thunder and the wind, I might feel a little more aloof, a little more lost, a little more sore and numb in your presence than otherwise. But, oh my love, will I still crawl into your arms looking for everything bright that my own esse fails to provide for me. For you, my love, are both the cave I scramble in to breathe out of and the light at the end of the transversal spiral in the heart of the planet.

~swara <3

[hawkaye]

[saphstories]

Being a writer your brain is either

A) STUFFED TO BURSTING with ideas you have no clue what to do with or how to make them make sense

or

B) It's a black hole that devours every inkling of creativity in your cells and you are just hoping it'll consume you too

THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN

[coffeeophile]

If loving someone means they become the lighthouse of your universe, then I am perpetually stranded on a deserted island; in the middle of the ocean and my view only ever consists of horizons from where celestial beings rise and fall; while I can see no lighthouses, no ships, no boats, or any other being/thing willing to be my anchor. And you know what, I am okay with it.

[maruti-bitamin]

jelly

[captainamateur-artistt]

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐥e.

—

Direct reference to that one famous photo of Anne Hathaway, Audra McDonald & Raul Esparza in “Twelfth Night”.

[arandomblogforeternity]

When she can pull of both>>>>>>>>>>>>

[coffeeophile]

Hailee Stanfield in all her glory, makes me gayer with every new character she plays

[inoshwrites]

“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of depts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.” ― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

[coffeeophile]

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Write, write, scribble, cry…

Write, write, scribble cry…

“Who wants to take this challenge up?”

Me, I won't let my ink dry.

I write; I finish; I edit; I cry;

I will bring these characters alive.

“And who wrote this piece of rubbish?”

Me, I won’t let my spirits die.

Bring them alive, bring them alive…

How can I pump them full of life?

I paint their past and dye their future.

They run in my head, twist and fiddle.

Change them, make them real…

How can I write like the ruler of Heaven?

“Whose monstrosities are these?”

Mine, I breathed them into life.

“Add more joy, happiness and love…”

How can I add those when I feel none?

I can create, I can stuff them with rainbows,

And slowly they will suffocate in love.

They walk the stage, my twisted puppets; 

Born of love and sadness abound.

They act, they cry, they make each other mad.

They claw, they gnaw slowly out of my heart.

“And who wrote this spectacle?”

Someone else walks on the stage, while I cry.

Write, Write, Scribble and Cry.

Pen in my heart, ink bursts out along my side.

Maithaly Banik

[coffeeophile]

-Preface to Lyrical Ballads, William Wordsworth

[mokday-deactivated20240915]

“i thought about what happiness is. i looked it up in the dictionary. happiness is a state of bring pleased, fulfilled, and content in life. i found that definition to be too long, so i decided to make it shorter. happiness. the state of being sufficient.” — lee yeo reum

[miyavhito]

i want what they have

[coffeeophile]

Happy are you, Hester, that wear the scarlet letter openly upon your bosom! Mine burns in secret!

- Arthur Dimmesdale, The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne