#of

I’ll tug at your breasts like a thirsty child. Try not to burn your nipples in my hot coffee. While you’re at it, I also like sugar in my coffee. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#breasts #child #coffee #cream #drink

Even bad coffee is better than no coffee at all. ↗

— David Lynch

#coffee

Drink it,” I told her. “It’s good for what ails you. Caffeine and sugar. I don’t drink it, so I ran over to your house and stole the expensive stuff in your freezer. It shouldn’t be that bad. Samuel told me to make it strong and pour sugar into it. It should taste sort of like bitter syrup.” She gave me a smile smile, then a bigger one, and plugged her nose before she drank it down in one gulp. “Next time," she said in a hoarse voice, “I make the coffee. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#moon-called #coffee

Coffee first. Schemes later. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#natalia-stewart #coffee

Coffee and chocolate—the inventor of mocha should be sainted. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#coffee #mocha #coffee

Promise me you'll never go away. Promise me you'll always stay. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#my-number #never-go-away #promise-me #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara

I'm always right, always wrong. Dressing bad's like loving you there is nothing i haven't worn. Nothing, I haven’t said before. You are nothing I haven’t felt before. ↗

— Tegan Quin

#loving-you #not-with-you #said-before #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara

Well, he's history. You're free to meet the man of your dreams now. ↗

— Lucy Robinson

#the-past #dreams

Why are you always trying to get yourself killed?" "It's my job." "It's a hazard of your job. At least for most Shadowhunters. For you it seems to be the purpose. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #simon-lewis #purpose

Jace set what he was holding down on the windowsill and reached out to her. She came to lean against him, and his hand slid up under her t-shirt and rested caressingly, possessively, on the small of her back. He bent to kiss her, gently at first, but the gentleness went quickly and soon she was pressed up against the glass of the window, his hands at the hem of her shirt — his shirt — “Jace.” She moved a little bit away. “I’m pretty sure people down there in the street can see us.” “We could …” He gestured toward the bed. “Move…over there.” She grinned. “You said that like it took you a while to come up with the idea.” When he spoke, his voice was muffled against her neck. “What can I say, you make my thought processes slow down. Now I know what it’s like to be a normal person.” “How … is it?” The things he was doing with his hands under the t-shirt were distracting. “Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #witty