i want rainy days, lit candles, soft blankets, smooth skin, 50’s blues music, fairy lights, hot tea, no stress, a comfy bed and you in it.
i want rainy days, lit candles, soft blankets, smooth skin, 50’s blues music, fairy lights, hot tea, no stress, a comfy bed and you in it.
1. Rosehip tea: Which book did you love when you were younger?
2. Oolong tea: Which book series could you read again?
3. Rooibos: What is one of you favourite books?
4. Strawberry tea: Tell me about your first kiss, if you had one.
5. Apple tea: Tell me about your first break up, if you had one.
6. Earl Grey: Which countries have you visited?
7. Chai: Where do you want to travel next?
8. Darjeeling: What languages do you speak?
9. Hop tea: Do you have a favourite tea? Which one?
10. Herbal tea: Which person would you chose to travel the world with?
11. Nettle tea: Are you jealous on a person? Why?
12. Ice tea: Do you miss somebody? Why?
13. Yellow tea: What shampoo do you use?
14. Peppermint tea: What is your favourite gif at the moment?
15. Ceylon tea: Do you have a song you like, but have bad memories with?
16. Hibiscus tea: What is a song you can always hear?
17. Flowering tea: What is a movie you can always watch?
18. Pu-erh tea: What is a book you can recommend to others?
19. Turkish tea: What is your favourite cake?
20. Green tea: What was the first movie you saw in a cinema?
21. Blueberry-Muffin tea: Tell me a memory, which makes you smile.
22. Panda tea: Do you have pets? Which one?
23. Butter tea: Show / Tell me about one thing i your room you find awesome.
24. Hot chocolate: Do you have (a) stuffed animal(s) sitting in your room? Which one(s)?
25. 24 flavors: What is your favourite word?
26. Jasmin tea: Can you draw / paint? Wanna show me something?
27. Kombucha: What do you order on a pizza?
28. Cloud tea: Which movie do you want to watch next?
29. Gunpowder tea: If you had the chance: would you go to space?
30. Matcha: Bonus question of you choice! I might answer…
“When my beloved calls my name— in the bathtub, in her bed, over the telephone, into a microphone or my ear— it closes my eyes, buckles me, thralls my insides with the sweet terror of being recognized. Sometimes, we cannot bear the thing we crave.”
— Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name,” published in Prairie Schooner (via lifeinpoetry)
“Perhaps I should not have learned to adore pleasures that could not last?”
— Denise Levertov, from Candles in Babylon: Poems; “Her Lament,”
John Prine - That’s The Way That The World Goes ‘Round
I was sitting in the bathtub counting my toes,
When the radiator broke, water all froze.
I got stuck in the ice without my clothes,
Naked as the eyes of a clown.
I was crying ice cubes hoping I’d croak,
When the sun come through the window, the ice all broke.
I stood up and laughed thought it was a joke
That’s the way that the world goes 'round.
That’s the way that the world goes 'round.
You’re up one day and the next you’re down.
It’s half an inch of water and you think you’re gonna drown.
That’s the way that the world goes 'round.
been naked in bed for the past few hours with the lights off, candles lit, and simon & garfunkel records on rotation, I feel warm and I hope Atlanta ices over tonight
Man, I don’t fucks with this rivalry between tea-drinkers and coffee-drinkers.
My dude, gimme both of them shits. Gimme a thing of coffee in one hand and a thing of green tea in the other hand and I will go for days
a match teetering
between your fingertips,
swollen as a helium filled
balloon in the corner of
the basement
we came for the
antiques,
the rusted camping cots,
the paint scratched
portraits
the dust covered
things we hid down
in the darkness, aching
for the light of
someone’s eyes
begging to be
lugged upstairs
into the foreign daytime,
into the open air to
be celebrated again
not to remain in
the crypt with other
ancient prayers hanging
by broken necks, so distant
from a new coat of paint
we drink champagne
you take a bath
I eat you out
“Writing, good writing, is still a matter of compelling the words to obey. It is never easy. It must show a battle which has been difficultly won.”
— Williams Carlos Williams, from a letter to Denise Levertov c. June 1951