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caffeinewitchcraft · 6 months
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A regular came in a few evenings ago. A young mom with her daughter who often comes in the morning. She also often treats the baristas badly, but that’s a different story.
She came in at an unusual time with her daughter on her hip. The little girl looked sick to me - puffy eyes and a red nose and a tight, unhappy pinch to her mouth.
The mom ordered her sweets. Sensing something was wrong, I tried to stay upbeat and to engage the little girl but neither mom or daughter were interested. I turned to collect their order.
“See? Daddy made you sad but mommy makes it better, right?”
My mouth soured and my hands paused in making their drinks. The revulsion was physical, a hollowing in my stomach that sounded like a vacuum in my ears. A ghostly hand settled against the back of my neck and stole the heat from my veins.
Im an adult now. The justifications came to mind a microsecond behind the horror and tried to overwhelm it. Mom is tired, mom just wants little girl to feel better, daddy also made mommy sad. Sometimes the big lessons are learned on other days, sometimes it’s okay to make the day better with sweets, sometimes you don’t have the strength to fight the battles you’re supposed to fight—
I handed out the pastry.
She said again, “Daddy made you cry and mommy made it better.”
The little girl looked into her pastry bag and didn’t look up.
No, i wanted to say. No, mommy didnt make it better. Mommy is part of the problem, mommy is saying your feelings are only worth a cake pop and a juice, mommy is siding with daddy who made you cry so hard that you look like a child left in the cold.
“Would you like a sticker?” I asked. She did and she took one and I took too much comfort in the fragile return of her smile before leaving the cafe.
I should have said more. I’m sorry you’re sad. I see that you’re sad. It matters that you’re sad.
Did I become part of this terrible lesson by joining in? Here’s a pastry, here’s a sticker, see? Didn’t we make it all better?
I closed the cafe.
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nydescynt · 9 months
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Me after drinking half a panera charged lemonade: I think i hauve premonitions
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makyurini · 1 year
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ya boi has an interview so pls wish me luck bcoz i’m running on 5 hours of sleep and my body is still on a graveyard schedule <3
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goblinofthelaboratory · 3 months
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so. human brains require periods of rest (with some being near total) for health and maintenance. this is a given. my brain, my expansive parasite of a brain, insists on a moderate level of intellectual stimulation. constantly. as a minimum. and it is not above making its own stimulation. guess who is slowly breaking into crushed fragments.
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spookykestrel · 9 months
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Me a year ago: yeah I try not to drink caffeine everyday I don’t want to develop a tolerance to it and it never really helps me wake up anyway
Me now: yeah I’m on my third caffeinated beverage of the day yeah no caffeine doesn’t really work for me I’m just trying anything at this point
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aemoglobin · 3 months
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extremely pissed off rn bc the usps refuses to let me fill out a redelivery form on the site for my package that they didn't even TRY to deliver today. and it's supposed to fucking snow again tomorrow which is the only day i'll be able to get it until NEXT WEEK and like. i am HERE. i am here NOW. my phone number is on the outside of the fucking package and my apartment is literally directly up the stairs from the lobby AND my roommate was home & could have signed for it (idc if he forges my signature it's fine). did you even fucking TRY to deliver it to me? i think the fuck not.
the address on my package includes my country and the address form on the usps site does not have a field for the country, so it thinks my address is incorrect since it's different from the package address without the country field filled in, and therefore i can't get it redelivered. which fucking sucks.
i'm going to pray that the snowfall isn't too hard tmrw and i'll take the bus there with my ID, hopefully bully the usps worker into giving me my fucking package, and take a lyft home because i have no fucking clue where the bus stop BACK to my apartment is and i don't fancy walking 2mi home while it's actively snowing. paying $10 for a 6min ride home sucks complete ass but what can you do when you don't have a car and none of the fucking bus stops are visibly labeled!!!!!!!!!!
like if they want to argue my ID is out of date that's fine, they're right, the address is wrong but the face on my ID is still mine, so!!!!!!!!! i can name every single item in the box if they wanna open it up and check lol like i WILL be leaving the post office with my package tomorrow since they wanna play games like this.
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chicorysaints · 10 months
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taking a nap in my car #girl
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seilon · 11 months
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so the antihistamine i took yesterday was not an antihistamine but, in fact, off-brand paxil from mexico. so. that explains a lot
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hitman-two · 1 year
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you’ve heard of gunny dating nate’s sister, now get ready for nate dating gunny’s mom
…..what!? I’m so confused XD
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caffeinewitchcraft · 1 year
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Descriptions are my least favorite part of writing, particularly setting descriptions. They’re very important but I always feel like time drags when I put them down on paper and that they break up the flow of my work. But, like I said, they’re NEEDED and don’t break up the flow at all! I just dislike doing them so intensely that I feel that way
To combat this, I’ve been doing a writing exercise lately where I choose a mundane object (like “dish” or “leaf” or “street”) and write at least three separate descriptions about them, usually in three separate states.
I described a broken plate, an ornate plate, and an old plate with knife scratch marks on it.
For leaf, I described a leaf caught under a chair, a bright green leaf in a tree, and a half-eaten leaf in a garden.
For street, I described a busy intersection, a street at night after rain, and a street in an abandoned neighborhood.
By doing this, I’ve expanded my range of “ready made” descriptions. When I write an urban scene at night, I can recall this exercise and reference the description I already made for “street”. I’ve found this helps me get through descriptions quickly so I don’t feel like it’s breaking up the work.
I’ve also found that it’s helped me find more joy in describing specific elements of the scene. By taking the time to look at objects around me and very intentionally looking for descriptions, I’ve found that I like looking at leaves/streets/dishes! I think some of that joy translates into my writing now.
Doing daily exercises like this is what helps me stay consistent in my writing practice and develop my technical skills. This particular exercise is about setting, but I also have a few for syntax, narrative time management, dialogue, etc
Writing is a skill! Nobody wakes up and writes the perfect story with all the perfect tricks of the craft. It takes analysis and practice.
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sollucets · 1 year
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im sleep deprived and questionably functional and made it through work by a thread. but earlier a customer ive seen a few times came in a group and later i saw him looking around and asked if he needed something and he said “i’m looking for my husband” and i went in the dairy cooler and cried a little about it
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technologyvoid · 1 year
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In other news I don't think human bodies are made to contain this much caffeine
Or sit in this position for over 2hrs straight
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lilacponds · 1 year
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fuck it, im loudly belting along to love songs to have fun and pretend im not keenly aware about the fact no one has serious romantic feelings for me
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fangedtracks · 1 year
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oh my god i've been sleepy all day and i wanted to take a nap but i can't because i had chai. which has caffeine. which i am incredibly sensitive to.
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suncrayon · 2 years
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hungover and thinking ab rqg. I may cry oh my god
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bienmoreau · 2 years
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Made a big batch of nectarine iced tea this morning before it got too hot and godsss am I glad for it now!
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