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POV:your tired and want coffee
me rn 😭
Imagine these three meeting over coffee and talking about their crushes
Traveling to uni every week is fun cause i get to spend hours working at this pretty cafe and stay outside under the trees 🌳 literally my favorite part of my uni experience ‘til now lmao
what exam season looks like for me 📖 i see a few long nights in my life for the next couple of weeks. i’m actually fine with it. hoping for low anxiety levels tho ☁️✨
Is it so much to ask that I just be allowed to lay around reading horror novels, playing indie horror games, and drinking coffee all day, then lay around all night watching horror movies and paranormal inestigation shows, and maybe write some horror short stories on the weekend which I then post to reddit as if they're first-hand accounts of spooky stuff that may or may not have actually happened to me?
I don't think I'm being unreasonable here.
Затишна кав'ярня з дуже смачними пампухами
Here’s Lambert and Narinder enjoying their morning together after a Sermon. Hope yall enjoy 🐑 🐈⬛💗✨
raaaaa i made coffee today and it was not good
very bad soup
was very bitter
even though i added like 10 things of sugar, half & half, and some hot chocolate mix
very sad
hehe caffeine gremlin go brrrr
(i shouldve gotten 2 mocha ones they have more caffeine) (i got these from my school library)
Some lovey-dovey doodles of me and my boi! I haven't made anything mushy in a while with all the work I've had to do and our 1 year anniversary is this Sunday... I'm so happy...
They went and got coffee on their rainy day off :3
My coffee had a cute drawing on it this morning!
i have a teacher kinda like this and i feel like she’s under appreciated
To the hero professors
So, I’m taking U.S. History one and two over the summer at my community college, and the professor is this older white man. Naturally, this is history, and my first assumption walking in to the class is that I’m gonna be stuck listening to this guy drone on for two months of boredom. Great.
Within the first five minutes I knew I was wrong. So, so wrong.
“I don’t want you to be stuck memorizing dates,” he says. “I want you to know the story, the people, the conditions and reactions so that maybe we can all learn from past mistakes.” I was baffled. A history class that doesn’t require you to be able to rattle off dates? Not only that, there’s no homework and we don’t have to read the text book. The only things that are going to be on the test are things that come straight out of his mouth during class. He introduces himself, and proceeds to go around the room and greets every person one at a time. He will do this every day for the rest of the summer one and two semesters.
Then the lecture begins. I say lecture, but it feels more like story time in kindergarten. He begins to speak with such prose and personality that I forget this is a college course. He’s taken something that has so much potential to be mundane and turned it in to a book that I can’t put down. You bibliophiles know what I’m talking about. And then this glorious fucker ends the class in a mid-sentence cliffhanger.
Every class he carries on this way. It feels as if I’m there. Signing the Declaration, fighting against brothers in the Civil War, listening to FDR’s fireside chats, storming the beaches of Normandy… And he remains unbiased. He wants to make sure we see there’s two sides to every story; understand the conditions that lead to those reactions.
We took a test today, a week from our final exam. He goes around the room in his usual affable fashion, but rather than just ask how we’re doing, today he asks if there’s anything he can do for us. Most folks like myself say something along the lines of nothing, or I’m good. This girl next to me jokingly says, “You can buy me a coffee.”
“How much is it?” He asks.
“About five dollars.” She answers.
And without hesitation, this professor, this wonderful man with a love of teaching, and a love of his students, pulls out a fucking twenty dollar bill, hands it to her and just says “Go get your coffee, and bring me the change.” Then continues on his way like it’s nothing.
And it may be nothing. Maybe I’m blowing something small out of proportion. But in a world where it feels as if every class is just dragging you along in the gravel behind it, and the professors seem to just be going through the motions; to see someone actually do something kind and ask nothing in return is so refreshing and uplifting.
I don’t know. Maybe this is just a boring shit post, but I really needed to share my appreciation for this hero of a teacher. A teacher who after over 30 years of teaching is still happy with what he does.
tl;dr: Some teachers leave a long lasting impact on your life; change the way you think, the way you see the world. Appreciate them for what they are. The unsung heroes of a failing education system.
Ever drank 400ml espresso in 15 minutes? A little peace of advice, whatever you do, whatever choices you make, no matter how tired you are, don't do it.
source - me
someone(s) gave the little lamb a few extra coffee-.. nap time is gonna be a fun time :D
fun fact: when little Vinly gets more than one coffee they’re ears twitch/flap a bit as a sign for too much coffee and zoomies (forgot to draw the ears doing the little ear twitches/faps T^T)
Hazbin hotel oc, meet Vinly! (Pronounced: vin-lee) (he indeed drinks coffee when little no stopping them >:3)
See my other drawings.
Raphael waits Donatello, who had not yet returned to home. Above the town is raging strong thunderstorm. The coffee cools in the mug, which was addressed to Don. Raph is very worried about a loved one.
Here's a little drawing I did for my 4th hour teacher's request. I like it a lot, oh and also instead of Starbucks I put BooBucks😌✨
I'm so smart😎
I might make a speed paint of it later(or in a couple months bc I'm so lazy and I forget things) so yeah. Also, here's a little guy
Hot Coffee, Mojave Desert, 1937. Edward Weston. Gelatin silver print.
Got coffee and tea with @angelsbeautifuluniverse before school
Pulling an all night to get work done I love high school
Just let me drink coffee and read Dostoyevski.
I have no one but myself to blame for my actions