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coffee on my fire escape

I’m a barista so often my coffee drinking experience is Chugging some Iced Bullshit Behind the Espresso Machine Mid-Shift. therefore, when I get to make my first coffee of the day a peaceful little ritual? Wow oh wow… and now that the trees lining my block are popping the hell off wow it feels amazing

@sabina

May 27, 2024

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coffee of the day

i’m a barista (who’s shocked) and my coffee i made today was oat milk honey brown sugar and cinnamon powder i normally make this when it is cold but i will start trying new things #awesome 🙌🙌🙌 i don’t have a picture but today is gonna be a 4-5 beverage day maybe😇

@hannie

Feb 19, 2025

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Coffee out of the drip machine

I get to cosplay blue collar stolen valor and act as I’m getting ready for a day at the mill - meanwhile I’m mixing it with lavender creamer like the cutie I am

@sumo

Mar 24, 2024

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Listening to music before bed

I know it’s a fairly common thing but I’ve recently come so fond of listening to two or three songs before I go to bed. In a way that I kind of just stare at the wall and think of the day and contemplate but I can’t help but feel (I know this sounds dumb) that it’s these like end credits to a really lovely movie. Except it’s my day?!! I dunno very dumb. I sometimes try to fall asleep with this music playing in my ears or behind my head tucked beneath the pillow so I can prolong this like climactic emotional expression to capstone the day. It always frustrates me when I eventually do have to sleep, turn the music off, and go off to dream in the quiet ambience of my room. My brain does sometimes keep the music blasting even without my earphones though which is very kind. Music I feel justifies all these things happening in my life. As if it doesn’t hold value if the songs I listen to aren’t played. It’s like you watch a movie that you just love and sorta sit in awe as the credits roll and the music swells. That’s how I feel about my day most nights! At least lately that is. Really lovely music squeezing my brain into an appreciative analysing ritual of the day. I’m just yapping at this point but I can definitely attribute this to always having this deep urge for my life to amount to something worth telling a story about. I watch so many amazing movies and I think it would be such a waste to have the only amazing experiences I witness come from outside my life. Soooooooooo #romanticiseyourownlife I guess?? Just felt the need to express it. I had a good wall watching session just then listening to Broken Social Scenes album ‘You Forgot It In People’ (too many bangers) and I couldn’t help but speak my mind about it :)

@FelixCore

Feb 17, 2025

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Talking but not how you want to

I’ve had this issue for a while where I’m in this situation where it’s either a group setting and or one on one where I can never seem to say the right things. I’m sure it’s very common but it’s so frustrating! Like no matter how hard I try everything that leaves my mouth seems to come from a place of trying to draw a reaction instead of a thought. It’s my mouth being evil and talking for me. I feel it comes out most in settings where there is a new person or someone cool but you can’t address them as you are in a group. Whether that be someone who you don’t know much about but are curious about, or someone you have once had a good conversation with but now are burdened to accomodate smaller conversation bursts and light quips because groups are to share conversations not really divide into multiple? I dunno maybe it’s me being silly, I just get agitated by meaningless joking that never falls into a more hearty conversation. It’s like conversational edging AGGHHH. It’s like having this totally awesome sandwich in front of you but only being allowed to have one bite every 20 minutes And it’s also like the being perceived of it? Like if someone does break off into a side convo it’s always “hmmm what are they talking about”. I always come out of situations like this feeling so lame because I was the funny quip guy for the night and not the damn I learnt so many cool stories off that guy guy. Can’t a man yearn a yap DAYUM

@FelixCore

Feb 20, 2025

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Addiction to emotion

I’ve always had this fascination to emotion as a concept. Of course because everyone feels it every day of their life, but more of how encapsulating it can be. I watch films and hear stories and listen to songs and I come to find myself jealous? Jealous of how pure and raw others experiences are. Why can’t I feel the agony of losing someone, why can’t I feel the devastation of a death, why can’t I lose a friend. It sounds so starkly idiotic because why would anyone want to feel such devastating things, and I’ve asked myself this a lot, part of me thinks it’ll draw more stories to tell in my life, but I think the truth of the matter is that to live is to feel. And I really want to live my life for all that it can bring me. I write all this not to distract myself from the reality that I have in fact felt such great pain in my life. However, I always lust for more. This also feels like such a blatant explanation for my love of movies, I always feel so drawn into my love for film for it’s ability to snatch my mind away from my life and place it into another’s. My favourite films are those that have made me cry, because as painful as it is I just can’t help but love it. My favourite film is common knowledge but Call Me by Your Name draws me into such a chokehold each time I watch it because of the devastation I feel upon every watch. I never rewatch films but with it I can’t help it, because it always and forever will make me catatonic. Anyways, I am leaving my point, my point is I am currently in a swarm of emotions from my own life and it is everything I have prayed and asked for while also not being it at all. I feel such an irresistible compulsion to break down and cry, and then I do, but I find myself listening to music and reading texts that only encourage and swell the emotional climax of these tears. In moments where I find myself urged to move on for the betterment of my day, all I can help but think about is someone I care so deeply for moving away. However, is it immature to want to move on? Why must I shun myself from these emotions. After all despite how painful it is, I find myself searching for this pain again and again. Because to yearn is to be in pain, and to be in pain is to feel, and to feel is to live.

@FelixCore

Mar 3, 2025