“Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.”―_________“I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit,
but I have to tell you, even the way you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.”
―_________“They like their coffee like they like their ex-boyfriends: bitter.”
― An Abundance of Katherines
Pictures taken by me, except last one. That was taken by my friend 🙂
I cannot fathom a life without a good friend. Who could shove a mug of coffee between your clammed up palms and say “talk to me”. Not a question if, just do. And now.
And yes, every friendship has their own love language. I cannot say, a good ribbing with a hard elbow is always the best policy for everyone. But, it sure does speak to me. And it kind of tickles too.
Ihave a tendency to hole up, to gopher down, find a fox hole, hibernate. You know what I am saying. I turn inward to digest, to marinate. Not saying there is anything wrong with that, it is important. But, there is a cut off time.
Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on
Whether you need 10, or just one. Perhaps they are in reach, a call away, or perhaps online. When you need to lean….do so.
All this to say, I went to a lovely spot and drank hot liquid out of a cup with a very good friend today. IT was awesome. 🙂
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