WAIT! I actually really love coffee too.


coffee and tea =

Tea > coffee

Fall and winter are rich. In summer, the sun, waves and fresh air speak louder than any other voice and win our times affection every time (as it should be). But when the sun gets shoved to the back of the crowd by the clouds, and when the waves are seemingly icy, suddenly all the honey-sweet whispers of beauty, creativity, and a thought-life are remarkably audible. Serendipitous moments spring up to stay indoors, to dwell, to drink sugary hot-drinks you probably shouldn't drink, and to draw from a deep well of creativity that you long doubted the existence of during all your summer free time. It's a midst the furious hustle and bustle of the  "mundane" that we bump into this well. It always surprises us, but we waste no time drawing from it, for by this time in the year we are weary and thirsty. We drink deeply. Remarkably wonderful things are made, read, thought, felt, dreamed.

The thing of irony is this: at this time of year, the days are startlingly short, but these special moments seem to be outside of time. It is by way of these little escapes to another world that our chilly, dark winter days are warmer and longer than any fleeting summer's eve could dream of being.

Flowers bloom in spring.
Joy and adventure bloom in summer.
Creative spirits bloom in fall and winter.

Somehow I can study really well to dubstep. Like it helps me focus. Except that all I really want to do is dance like a maniac to it. 

Just found this from a few months ago. I love this handsome little chubby monkey 

Wisdom from a friend

"You cannot be so worried about the fuzzy, unclear parts of life that you neglect what is already clear and right in front of you."

Otis Redding makes my homework tolerable.

This is one of the most exciting, special, most enjoyable times of my whole life.

His grace and presence light up my world like a brilliant summer sun.