Coffeefueledfiction

in this human skin, i am half war half peace

There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.

گلیاں سنجیاں اُجاڑ دسن میں کو ،ویڑا کھاون آوے

Oh Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,".

She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble making myself love them.

If you can't be cheerful, be as cheerful as you can.

She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it?

“And the sun and the moon sometimes argue over who will tuck me in at night. If you think I am having more fun than anyone on this planet, you are absolutely correct.”

I don't know where my ideas come from. I will admit, however, that one key ingredient is caffeine. I get a couple cups of coffee into me and weird things just start to happen.

I hope you will find the cracks in the world and wedge them wider, so the light of other suns shines through; I hope you will keep the world unruly, messy, full of strange magics; I hope you will run through every open Door and tell stories when you return.

“When the birds sing outside and you see the trees changing to green, the sun invites one to be out in the open air, when the sky is so blue, then — oh then, I wish for so much!”

Coffee is far more than a beverage. It is an invitation to life, disguised as a cup of warm liquid. It’s a trumpet wake-up call or a gentle rousing hand on your shoulder.