Naz Loves Her Coffee

Daisies and picnics and writing like we are lovers far from home, letters from me to my lover, the moon. Ps: cats.

[b-ee-p]

I’m so pan it hurts why do I have a crush on everyone

[nazandcoffee]

Anime: Blue spring ride (2014) / Ao Haru Ride

God I’ve been trying to post this for SO long…

[uroko]

♡ aekashin on ig ♡

[nazandcoffee]

Anime: ride your wave (2019) / Kimi to, Nami ni Noretara

[observando]

[anxietyproblem]

[nazandcoffee]

And like there’s the fact that some of us entered adulthood in the middle of a pandemic.

No one prepared me for the amount of loneliness I was to feel. Losing contact with people became inevitable.

[ourheartsareoldfriends]

bag of bones / humpty / last words of a shooting star / a burning hill / love me more 

[nazandcoffee]

Woke up at 3 AM, couldn’t go back to sleep, instead I spent my time talking to another insomniac and listening to music till six, when I finally fell asleep and slept until 8:30.

At 8:30 I got out of bed, talked to my sister and we had coffee. I made toast with butter and honey, just the way I like it, it’s how the honey and butter melt together between the toasted bread and make something that feels like confectionery butter on your tongue. It’s sweet and contrasts the bitter coffee in just the best way. It makes me think of what’ll I do if my mom’s sandwich maker ever stops working.

I went back into my room, responded to a couple of texts and out of the blue decided that I want to start a daily sketch challenge. I then drew a bunny and posted it on Twitter

I idled my time away on twitter and then it was noon. At noon I had a final exam I took. We were given 15 minutes for 8 questions, all multiple choice. I cheated for some of it, answered some myself and submitted it in time. Huh, what a shameless cheater…

Around ten minutes later I received results for one of the three exams I had the day before. It was the one subject I cared about the most and I had a full score in it now.

I chatted with my friends and ate a tangerine. It’s that season where tangerines are sweet and large. I guess the right time to have some of them in your fridge.

Later I realized I missed my daily commissions in Genshin Impact. Shameful. Disappointing.

Now I’m seated sideways on a big couch we have in the living room -Its a very gay move but I think at this point it’s more of a Naz move than it is gay- And I’m writing nonsense on Tumblr. I need to start keeping a diary again instead of this.

[ash-elizabeth-art]

Antique store finds, April 2021

[nazandcoffee]

Happy little things.

[nazandcoffee]

“I will always accept and embrace your strengths, your flaws, your everything.” He wrote. “I hope for you to do the same, and take hold of what you long for: the absolute truth.”

[iambloated]

mf is trying to kill me

[nazandcoffee]

Yes that’s the plan

[nazandcoffee]

“I will always accept and embrace your strengths, your flaws, your everything.” He wrote. “I hope for you to do the same, and take hold of what you long for: the absolute truth.”

[iambloated]

mf is trying to kill me

[nazandcoffee]

Tears are materialized feelings.

[nazandcoffee]

“I will always accept and embrace your strengths, your flaws, your everything.” He wrote. “I hope for you to do the same, and take hold of what you long for: the absolute truth.”

[nazandcoffee]

I wish I existed outside of this room. Every time I open the door I turn to nothingness.

I am inexistent in the mind of the girl I met on a train two days ago, which is expected.

I’m also inexistent in the mind of the people I befriended while studying in that school. That one was unexpected. But oh well…

I sometimes just miss being able to breath the air outside… feel the ground there… I’m sure it’s not even that different from this room… but the chance of coexistence with other people, it tempts me to run into that unknown. That tempting unknown.

Just let me into it.

[strawbeb]

yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it’s called being flexible.

[nazandcoffee]

This season is so unreasonably beautiful.

It smells like mornings when I refused to wake up for school and afternoons spent in cafes with the smell of freshly baked goods.

It looks like the first meeting of an author’s main characters is about to take place and like a palette of warm colors smashed together to contrast the growing cold.

I feel old and young at once, I’m a preteen reading their fifteen book of the day and a tired college student who can’t find the time to do it at once. I’m every version of me I’ve been before and every version to come.

(Via: @nazandcoffee)