Oct 9, 2018
"I do not think that you will find any answers in your coffee. Where are you, my friend?" -exorcisingvisions (sideblog to soldtothechurch)
❝ Ibiza, ❞ he frowned, pulling himself out of his thoughts and out of the swirling blackness of coal that barely passed as coffee. He was still going to drink it, but he was allowed to complain about doing so. ❝ We should go there; somewhere different. Somewhere… ❞ not here. He ran a hand over his head, pulling a face with the taste of the coffee on his tongue. ❝ We never get decent coffee, you know? For once, just once, Tomas, I want decent coffee. ❞ // @exorcisingvisions