and the smell of coffee

Come to think of it, the five senses might be human’s greatest power:
 
 We can see colors of full spectrum; see varying shapes of this and that; look at someone’s eyes as close to us in less than a good inch or recognize that one body shape you’ve drawn almost a hundred times with your own line of sight;
 
 We can hear the most quiet nights and even the loudest of days, your favorite song over and over again; the angry honking or the smooth train ride, innocent laughters and the harmony of nature; you can listen to that voice and even with cracks and stutters and different levels of pitches it still carries the best wave travelling to your ears;
 
 We can smell morning cups of teas or coffee, or the sumptuous smell of our own dish which was far from being sumptuous at all but your nose did all the wonder; or your perfume lingering - almost tattooed - on your favorite shirt; the seasons, the weather, or as bad as pollution, your pet’s withdrawals, and even the scent of memories and years faded and well spent;
 
 Our favorite menu from that good ‘ol restaurant, those nostalgic sweets you grew up with, the best pizza in the world, the neutrality of water and the creativity of every alcohol, the flavor of another’s mouth with a pint of your own - we can taste them all, every flavor is available;
 
 To be able  feel and tell the time of the day or year; scratch that itchy patch on your back; activate your reflexes from the extremes, the refreshing run of water against your skin, and even singing the name of that person whose hands blindfold you for a surprise or just some childish acts for contact; all these are possible for we have touch.
 
 It is through our five senses that we experience the world and its magnificence—
 
 But it is not through the eyes that we recognize home or family or our most special friends. It is not through the ears that we understand ourselves and know who we truly are. It is not through the nose that we catch up on some relationships, or the environment, and even the society that have gone bad. It is not through the mouth that we taste the success we have been trying to cook and perfect. And most definitely it is not through the contact of another skin that we fall in love.
 
 The five senses may be our greatest power but it takes a deeper, much greater power of a sense to fully grasp the world and appreciate life’s greatest gifts of all.
—  Pillow thoughts at 12:31AM which I wish I’d share with him

silksheetsandredroses  asked:

I wanna have an early morning (whilst making breakfast) with harry and us just jamming out to a shuffled playlist and just dancing around and singing like goofs.

Lazy smiles and eyes half-lidded, lingering kisses and jamming bodies, what else do you need?

And Harry’s voice is raspy from his deep sleep, hair in tousled mess and jaw all scruffy, ready to be shaven. And the kitchen fills up with the smell of tea/coffee, and berries and pancakes.

:(((((((

anonymous asked:

But yo I looked up the meet up. For those curious it's a live screening for The Daybreakers animation and they'll be selling LEBLANC COFFEE SETS I WANT THAT SHIT SO BAD. I CAN'T EVEN DRINK COFFEE. IT'S PROBABLY WHAT AKIRA SMELLS LIKE. Buy your Akira-scented drinks 7/30 in Japan (fromthephantomthieves)

UMMM I NEED THIS SO MUCH??? I LIVE AND BREATHE COFFEE OMG I’ve got a plane to catch. LMAO Thank you for the info!! <333

artists.

the writer. messy notebooks, messy desks. messy head. scribbling all over their arms. night owl. never being able to finish a project. losing too many ideas due to forgetfulness. passionate about everything. know-it-all. not knowing their own limits. trying to make flowers bloom, even during heavy storms.

the poet. quiet. visual mind. head filled with ideas, struggling to find the right words. not being productive for three months and then writing six poems in an hour. reading the entire dictionary several times. noticing little details that no one else does. laughing quietly. wishing to be enough, someday.

the painter. failing at consistency. having paint all over their face, clothes, and desks. spending more money on art supplies than on anything else. notebooks filled with doodles, tears, and flowers. radiating sunshine. heavy mood swings. supporting, and being supported.

the performer. loud. not hesitating to speak up, for themselves, for others. trying to see the good in everything. rain, and the smell before rain. drinking more coffee than their body can handle. reading every book at once. laughing and crying at the same time. being honest. the helping hand everyone needs.

What The Signs Remind Me Of

Aries: late night cruises, loud music in the car. forgetting to do something till the last minute. dirty sneakers, winged liner, black ripped jeans. the colour red. sloppy first kiss, pastel bedrooms, messy sheets.

 
Taurus: flirty conversations, sexual jokes. the smell of coffee in the morning, falling in love for the first time. making cookies late at night, coconut water. leather jackets, comic books. pugs, bad driving. 


 Gemini: late night conversations, random phone calls. swimming pools, the colour purple, long lashes. sweatshirts, new clothes, reading books, watching Netflix, random movie marathons, popcorn. 

 
Cancer: warm hugs, watching your favourite childhood cartoons. oversized shirts, crying alone in the bathroom. rain on windows, the light in someones eyes. vanilla scented candles. video games. 


 Leo: dark red lipstick, nice clothes, long hair. gold glitter, getting over your first heartbreak. neon signs, falling in love, music festivals, laughing. looking in the mirror. expensive things. red roses, partying with friends. 

 Virgo: helping someone in need, floral anything, cats, clean carpets. writing in journals, stacks of books. tarot cards, sun kissed skin, blonde hair, the feeling of not wearing makeup and feeling confident, ocean breeze. late night adventures. 

 
Libra: fresh face, pale skin, soft voices. baking in the middle of the night. exotic eyes. strawberry ice cream. Star Wars, the feeling of being loved by others. puppies, summer weather. long hugs, heart warming smiles.

 
 Scorpio: cancelled plans, uncomfortable silence, movie theatres, the feeling of regret. bad baking, unfinished conversations, cold showers. horror movies. really mean “jokes”. cuddling with cats


Sagittarius: day dreaming, really bad memes. bonfires, hoodies. not listening to people, smoking with friends. smoothies, birthday parties, crowded places, thin hair, bad clothes


Capricorn: veiny eyelids, pale skin, pouty lips, listening to music while doing schoolwork. opens up about themselves at like 3 am in the morning. love story telling, the feeling of staring at someone you love from across the room. spa day, beach holidays. 
 

Aquarius: late night drives, stays up all night playing video games, the feeling of breaking someones heart, emotionless, concert lights, intellectual conversations, trusting someone with your secret, illegal drugs, band t-shirts. 


Pisces: coffee dates, brunch with friends, long car rides, loud music. the feeling of being unwanted by everyone, cute noses, pastel colours, pink lipgloss, “are you awake” texts at 3 am. big cities, brown eyes

the signs and what they remind me of:

Aries- being hard on the outside and full of softness inside, never saying how you really feel, sex in the backseat of a parked car on an empty street, thinking you don’t need another soul on earth.

Taurus- satan, feelings buried in the backyard, leaving without saying goodbye, video games, soft voices, blue eyes, running away from home, old cars, cigarettes lit in the morning.

Gemini- seedy hotels, driving down the highway with the windows down screaming your favorite song, feeling guilt when you see an old person eating alone, violent fire one minute and a lonely wave crashing the next, moving away and starting over, making out so hard you run out of breath.

Cancer- dead flowers hanging for decoration, a soft corner of a warm house, gentle pats of comfort on your leg, holding hands, crystals and open windows, being there for someone when they don’t deserve it, storytelling, designer boots clanking on hardwood, too many pillows, a love that doesn’t relent.

Leo- Fleetwood Mac on vinyl spinning all night, an empty stage with hot lights pouring down, filling an empty room with the sound of your own voice, hurting others before they can hurt you.

Virgo- eyes that understand, eyes that do not stop looking at you when you’re talking, plaid shirts, hardwood floors, the sound of an old acoustic guitar, IPAs, wanting to be there for someone but not knowing how, putting so much weight on your shoulders that you feel like you’re going to collapse.

Libra- running away when things get hard, rough hands, being outside, fresh grass, the smell of coffee, loving the idea of something, being in love with the idea of love.

Scorpio- secrets, whispers, long brown hair, pale skin, reading books about witchcraft and astrology, pursed lips, not knowing what to say, eye contact, changing your mind, regret, standing still, telling stories when you’re nervous.

Sagittarius- only hearing what you want to hear, wanting to be alone, reading in a busy coffee shop, inside jokes, guilt, sacrifice, moths, smirks.

Capricorn- soft voices that are drenched in sarcasm, plants in the window, books that have been read so much they’re falling apart, cold air, minimalistic bedrooms, wanting to be touched but not knowing how to ask.

Aquarius- running fingers through someone’s hair, the feeling that no one understands, isolation, black and white films, buying a last minute plane ticket to anywhere, crying in front of the person you love for the first time, being so nervous your voice cracks, being so confident you could walk on water.

Pisces- holding onto something so hard you’d rather lose your teeth than let go, family, crying by yourself in the bathroom, snorting when you laugh.

another analogy for sexuality that no one asked for
  • homo/hetero: I only like coffee OR tea. Just the one, the other one is cool but it's just not for me
  • heteroflexible: I strongly prefer tea, but sometimes I'm thirsty and they only have coffee.
  • bi: I like them both, doesn't really matter what form they come in. You could mix them and it'd be fine, honestly.
  • pan: It really doesn't matter what the drink is as long as it's hot and comforting.
  • demi: It has to be just the right temperature and the right amount of sugar and cream, but yeah I'll drink it.
  • ace: I love the smell of coffee and tea, but I don't really like the taste. It's nice to have some around though.
  • aro: I don't drink anything. Like ever.
  • poly: I have so many half drunken mugs in my room right now
The intimacy is not in the big things, but in the small things. Intimacy is not in who you have sex with or even who kisses you the most passionately. No, intimacy is in the first time you open up to each other. Intimacy is the way the dim lighting of a lamp post passes over your beloved’s face when they tell you that they sometimes wonder if anyone is ever really happy. Intimacy is the tears that you cry whilst talking about how your dad was never around when you were a kid and your mom tried so hard to make it work but failed each time and how your biggest fear is that some day that will be you. Intimacy is the way their face lights up when you say that you’ll always be there for them. Intimacy is the first time you allow them into your room, and how scared you are because hardly anyone knows that you’ve collected horse figurines since you were twelve years old. It’s the first time they let you into their room, and how your eyes pass over their collection of stuffed animals and the way you want to pick through all of their books and DVDs until you’ve memorized all the art they love most. Intimacy is the side long glances you toss one another when something reminds you of an inside joke. Intimacy is how you both hold back laughter because you’re in a public place, and the way you lean against each other laughing when you finally get the chance, guts splitting and eyes watering. Intimacy is how your eyes follow each other across the room and the sly grins you throw one another that no one notices. Intimacy is the late night car rides, the headlights from passing cars illuminating your features and music playing and that feeling that you could live forever if you could just stay in that moment. Intimacy is the way they know just how to make your tea and how you hate the smell of coffee but make them their cup each morning because you know they need it to function. Intimacy is how they lean their head against your shoulder while you’re watching TV together. Intimacy is the way your head falls on their lap and they absently play with your hair whilst reading. Intimacy is the one thing you know not to bring up in a fight. Intimacy is seeing someone at their worst and not giving up on them. No, intimacy is not sex. Rather, intimacy is the moments you scarcely notice because they seem so insignificant. But mostly intimacy is simply sticking around.

There are some smells… unique to working in healthcare. Smells that you don’t (or really shouldn’t) smell elsewhere. Once you learn what they smell like, you never truly forget.

Deal with one of them, and even when you’re home and showered, you might get the feeling you can smell it still. Even thinking about them is enough to conjure a vivid sensory memory.

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.
What the Signs remind me of (oddly specific)

Aries: The neon red that lights up a sex store sign. It is an oddly but warm light that keeps you safe.

Taurus: The tickling caress of silk sheets on your thigh.

Gemini: TV statics. The only sound in the house while a storm is bursting outside.

Cancer: The bit of light that beams through the blinds and wakes you up in the morning.

Leo: Bold fur carpets like a hot pink or thrashing purple. The ones you post on instagram with your new purchase of stilettos.

Virgo: The smell of coffee in Starbucks. Somehow it puts you in a good mood.

Libra: A China Set in some glass cabinet. It is your prized possession. 

Scorpio: The silence of yourself in a bath as you watch the water fill in your palm.

Sagittarius: The faint sound of a car speeding outside your window.

Capricorn: The dripping of a sink. It keeps you up all night. 

Aquarius: A lava lamp that is the only light provided in the room. It makes you feel so fucking cool.

Pisces: The beach after sunset. A dreary sky, almost indigo. The waters turn to a slight navy blue. .

Aisles [m]

Aisle Three

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 5,802

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Surprisingly, it was easy for you to lie yourself and to everyone around you. Flashing a smile anytime someone around you asked you how you were doing. The layers of concealer under your eyelids hiding more than the lack of sleep. You tried to keep yourself busying, burying yourself under piles of books and notes to occupy your mind with anything but Jungkook and how he wrinkled his nose when he smiled.

 In a very strange way you found solace in the amount of schoolwork that was piling up in the pages of your planner. Exams, research papers, and presentations were keeping you out of the house and inside the walls of the library. You were regretting your schedule for this semester, but with the MCAT looming you couldn’t afford to take any risks. Medical school was the light at the end of the tunnel, and not even a bunny toothed boy was enough to keep you distracted.

 Hoseok however, had a problem with the fact that you should probably start paying rent to the librarian. He missed you, constantly sending you reminders to eat and drink water during the hours you were studying. You had regretted the night you told him that you hadn’t eaten since 7 in the morning and 45 minutes later a freckled teenager came into the library with the largest bag of Chinese takeout you had ever seen. And your name was scribbled on the front.

Y/N 9:35 PM: Hobi, I appreciate the thought but can you please stop sending me food while I am in the library.

Hoseok 9: 47 PM: I’ll stop sending you food when you actually sleep in your bed, for once

Sighing, you throw your phone back down on the table. He had a point. You hadn’t slept underneath sheets in weeks. By the time you got home from school you were too tired to make it your bedroom. Every morning waking up regretting the fact that you had decided to buy the lumpiest couch known to man. You knew that this wouldn’t last. That eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide behind the excuses of academics to avoid having a life. You were going to burn out.

But two days later you found yourself in the same position.

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