Coffee seems so romantic in other countries. The serenity of sipping on a cafe au lait on the scenic promenade of Versailles. Not here. Not where I'm from. At home I'm driving through the wall of a Dunkin and I'm drinking my dump juice at 70mph on the freeway.
ironically no sentence has changed the trajectory of my life more than "how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard" and the fact that it's from winnie the pooh makes it even more impactful tbh