At moments like this i feel like even my cup of coffee could use a coffee.
I really hate myself when I want to make coffee and I find my cup filled with cold coffee, such a waste.
i'm quite happy but with a wrong reason. Does that make me a bad person? ohwell
is there anyone who can help me to learn Portuguese? That would be verry nice.
I miss how we used to talk every minute of every and how I was able to tell you everything that was on my mind. I really do, more then anything.
I hope my Monday goes as quickly as my first cup of coffee.
Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my f***ed up little life.
In dog coffees, i've only had one.
A day may come when I get enough sleep and don't need coffee. But I guess that's not today.
this was so stupid that I just had to like it