Just me... Coffee girlπ€ Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writerβΊοΈ
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"There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobodyβs expense but his own."
This quote from a book I'm reading caught my attention today. I usually read without marking, what I need to remember goes into my heart and memory and I don't need to write it down.
But as I'm reading it in my native language, I found the English version online and decided to leave it here π©΅
One of my favourite jokes π
Girl: "I'm fine, no problems, I'm fine!" Also her: walking halfway across town to her house with headphones in her ears. π
"There's a grain of truth in every joke," they say. βοΈ
Morning Time βοΈ
The fountain in my favourite park is finally turned on after a long winter π
Little joys... π
Just yesterday my cheeks were burning with shame... Not for my children's actions as you might think, but for my own behaviour.
Literally a few sentences said at the wrong time and here I am again feeling this fire on my cheeks... Usually in moments like this I either want to defend myself and talk a lot and fast, or I lose the gift of speech for a while and try to understand the whole situation. Yesterday I was speechless...
Of course, later I tried to explain myself, my cheeks were burning at the thought of creating such an impression with my words, but I could hardly change anything, and since my intentions were not evil, I apologized and just tried to let the situation go.
I didn't seem to be able to explain anything, and it doesn't matter now...
...But my cheeks still burn with shame and offence when I remember all the words of that conversation.
My birthday present from a close friend βοΈ
This is a very calming, meditative activity... We both seemed to be lost in our thoughts.
It was warm and cozy in the workshop and it was snowing outside the window... βοΈ
Good morning βοΈβΊοΈ
My hands are freezing even through the gloves, but a hot morning coffee warms me up... π€βοΈ
It's cozy, evening time...π
It's only three degrees outside and it's going to get colder, after 20 degrees it feels very unusual. Yesterday's snow seems to have come as a shock to the whole city, even though everyone's been talking about it for the past week βοΈ
It's just an April π
Some random pics from this Saturday βοΈ
A day where the weather got worse by the hour, colder and colder, and the evening ended with a walk with friends in the rain, wet hair, hot coffee and warm conversations in the cafe π
Today I am a Tatar girl who has finally been to a new theatre, albeit with a short visit, but that's not the main thing π
Some random pics from Friday, my almost 33000 steps of the day and we have the first heavy thunderstorm of the seasonβ‘
"What do you want to do on your day?" a friend asked me a couple of weeks ago... I smiled and didn't know what to answer, because I didn't know what the weather would be like, what my mood would be like and so on...
But a few days before, I knew what I wanted to do this morning βοΈ
I wanted to have a picnic... I wanted to walk barefoot on the grass... I wanted warm conversations and happy laughter... I wanted unexpected and lovely surprises... I wanted to taste key lime pie... βΊοΈ
In a few days the puzzle came together...π
I've always loved my birthday and I love how I become more courageous, stay still stubborn, always trusting and even a little naive... Yes, I'm very modest π
In fact, those born today can organize everything and even a revolution ππ€£ well, at least their own, a small one, for the sake of a dream... π
A quick coffee in the morning with a friend or "I just wanted to see your smile" or if your friend is also an aesthete like you βΊοΈβοΈ
I woke up to the sound of drops hitting the window and my first thought was, "What? Is it raining? On Easter?"
As far back as I can remember, it's always sunny on Easter. Always. And it doesn't matter if it's the beginning of April or the beginning of May...
...Instead of having breakfast, I went outside and breathed in the damp, warm, delicious air after the rain... It's a special feeling to breathe it for the first time after the winter. It was so nice and cozy outside, the rain was dripping from time to time, barely...
"Still, there is no Easter without sunshine," I thought as I looked up at the sky in the evening, holding sunny yellow daffodils in my hands... βοΈπ
Whenever I give yellow flowers, whenever I get yellow flowers, whenever I see yellow flowers in someone's hand... Every time I have this scene in my head π
It's such a strong association...
My morning in a few photos βοΈπ©΅
P.S. Compliments from men are definitely nice, but compliments from women (especially strangers) are so precious π
Just a snapshot, but I have so many questions...
... Who's driving this car... Is it a man or a woman?
... Whether he/she is on the way home or to work in the evening shift...
... Or maybe he/she is in a hurry to hug someone...
... Or maybe just driving around town listening to music...
... Maybe holding back laughter or swallowing tears...
Sometimes I just want to write a story and know it will have a happy ending π