P M Tea

Days like these she sits with her face propped up by a hand, and asks herself if she holds an anger management problem inside.

Careless Whisper saunters onto the radio. She holds her breath for ten seconds, and lets it out as George hits the high note.

A teaspoon of snow at breakfast
puts a warm cap on the door slam and bacon refusal.

Too much tea?
Never too much.
She just needs to get her period.

 

on a bloom note-

bird shaped tea bags.

When things can be beautiful

for no reason

at all

(other than beauty)