May 2011
2 posts
February 2011
2 posts
January 2011
16 posts
“There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is...”
– Uknown (via thingssheloves)
Laying here alone holding my growing belly and feeling it move.
I just fell in love.
Part One: New Years Resolution.
So. I’m stealing part one of my new years resolution from my sister. I mean when someone has a good idea, why not steal it :) also..
Part Two: New Years Resolution is simply: Floss.
I decided that I should blog more. So I can go back to pictures I post and re-read the exciting things that happen in 2011. Warnings: most days will be re-blogs of other peoples post. I steal things. also. I...
December 2010
6 posts
September 2010
3 posts
July 2010
2 posts
February 2010
2 posts
January 2010
14 posts
Most annoying couple of customers in the WORLD & of course they would come 20 mins before we open and expect drinks.
GAHHH I can already tell this day is going to test my patience…..
Its alright though. They get a 20 breve. TWENTY ounces of pure half and half. They’ll get theirs. in time lol
To the guy who gets a black and white mocha with...
madameaesthete:
You are an idiot. Why are you stereotyping coffee drinking supplies? Some people like straws, some don’t. Straws are not an automatic “girly thing”. I don’t use straws. I also drink drip and americanos most of the time. And last time I checked I wasn’t a man. Not all women use straws, not all men refuse them. And if we want to get into drink stereotypes, your beverage has “15...
forgetting
lovebd:
If only it were that easy… like forgetting the lyrics to a song, or the name of the boy who sits next to you in history class. But it’s much more complicated then that. Why is it that we cannot forget the things we want to, but we forget the things we want to remember? maybe we are trying to hard to forget, or we really arent ready to let go of he memories that made a difference in our...
December 2009
18 posts
Now from his breast into his eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under poseidon’s blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big surf to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches in joy, in...
madameaesthete:
Goodbyes are said and roses thrown, And the crowd starts to weep, But the irony of the story is when I fell to my knees, And began clawing at the dirt in front of the tombstone, Of my bashful childhood, With you by my side, you were screaming at the, Top of your lungs, “Let it go!” And I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, “The ceremony was not proper, there was not enough...