#tea shops

'Under the Whispering Door' by TJ Klune made me cry 6-7 times, in the best ways possible, and made me pound my fists against my couch, because it made me feel so many emotions.

CW/TWs: Mentions of depression, murder, and suicide

It talks about grief in the most poetic, profound ways possible from sorrow and melancholy, the 5 stages of grief, to acceptance, to anger and vengence, especially from those who have been through suicide and murder.

The book follows Wallace Price, an asshole lawyer, who dies from a sudden heart attack. He ends up at his own funeral, akin to Robin Williams' character in 'What Dreams May Come', and meets a reaper named Mae. Mae brings Wallace to a tea shop called 'Charon's Crossing' to introduve him to a Ferryman, Hugo, who serves tea to the living and helps the souls brought to him come to terms with their death and their decisions to stay at the shop or move on to their afterlife.

Along the way, Wallace deaals with being a ghost with the help of Nelson, Hugo's deceased grandfather, and Apollo, Hugo's deceased and failed service dog (the first reason I sobbed like a baby, cos my retired guide dog passed earlier this year), and learns what it means to truly live, because even after death, you're still there.

Also, there's a romantic subplot between Hugo and Wallace that builds at the best pacing possible and comes to a satisfying end!!!! I listened to the audiobook, and the narrator made Wallace sound like Miles Edgeworth, sooo, bonus to me!!!

Tea Shop Mori / Moriteashopic

A gender linking to Mori Kei and tea shops. For example: being a mori kei in a tea shop, being a mori kei and liking tea shops, ect.

This could also be an identity term if the user chooses it to be.

My friends and I were joking around about making a tea shop inspired by Uncle Iroh where we would sell marshmallows and tea and free ranting/counciling sessions and now it sounds really good and it's derailing all our life plans

they got an assortment of tea kettles, they sell a variety of

ACTUAL FUCKIN’LICKIN TEA LEAVES. NO BAGS. YOU MEASURE YOUR PORTION AND STEEP STEEP STEEP.

I picked up a new kettle at Tuesday Mornings for a tuckin bargain. Came with its steep basket, and it looks like pewter, and its beautiful.