I like to drink coffee. A lot. No morning is complete without and no evening ends smoothly without it. People think I’m a bit crazy when it comes to my love of the beverage, but I just love it!
rosanne hofstatter
a new thirst, one a styrofoam cup couldn’t quench
warm like honey tea in fine china
The beverage of choice in my house once I graduated from college was whiskey sours. My father made them and they went down easy. For the first three my father drank, he was all charm and bonhomie and love for his wife and daughters. Only after the fourth one, did he start in on the three of us.
Joanna Bressler
She sipped the tea. It was cold. Chunks of milk that hadn’t dissolved lay in the bottom of the cup. It made her sick to think of it. This was the last of the milk, and it was being wasted.
The first thought I had this morning was that I needed a beverage. Specifically a coffee beverage. Move specifically, and since I’m not a barista, a coffee with cream and sugar. Yum.
beer, hurts my head . The tannins? Don’t know. Maybe soda brown and bubbly. I like the froth
Give me a cool glass of water lately. Quench my thirst. Have a drink
The beverage was orange. It had a sparkle to it. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. The way the surface seemed to dance and ebb against the glass with no movement whatsoever. She walked across the clearing and reached for it. It was beautiful almost incandescent. She lifted it slowly to her lips and sipped the brew. Her mouth was enveloped in flavor. The drink swooshed atop her taste buds. She’d never felt so light as she lifted to the sky.
Emma
She opened the doors of the fridge and felt the cool air blast her bare skin. It felt so good. She stood there for a moment until a lady politely asked to get around her with her cart. She selected her milk and moved. She walked down the freezer aisle, just to get that feeling back.
Bevere. She remembered the last time she felt free and sincerely happy. When she had her first postachio gelato at in Rome at the place called
Jeannille Hiciano
It was his first adult beverage. He sniffed it. It smelled strong, and not pleasant. He put it to his lips. It was like fire and water sliding past his tongue and down his throat. “Why do people like this?” he asked, disgusted.
Zhelana
The soda bubbles over the metal can, but he doesn’t see the foam as much as he sees her eyes. Even as they kept a steady distance. It was the first meeting in a thousand reincarnations and his drink was dead between them.
Alexandra Bell
She looked at the spilled beverage spreading across the floor and tears sprang to her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he pondered. “No need to cry over spilled milk,” he laughed, as he bent to sop it up with a towel.
“It’s just- one god damned thing after another. I can’t take it!” She threw her hands in the air dramatically.
He quickly forgot the milk and walked to her, silently embracing her and letting out a sigh. “It’ll be okay.”
grace
1. The steam from the cup curled around her face, as if it were searching for something.
2. He had succeeded in doing a lot more than just drowning his sorrows.
Hazel sipped the cool beverage, waiting for her boyfriend Mich. He was a baker, you see, and since his father was so sick, he now had to run the entire business. Hazel helped out when she could, but she was… honestly garbage at helping. She always spilled things everywhere and only got in Michele’s way instead of helping. She tried her very best, but she had learned by now that her best bet was to stay out of his way.
grace
He gently knocked his beverage on the ground. A look of slight horror washed across his face at the news. Trump has won.
ali
I am a coffee and wine drinker. Those two beverages make my life so much better than it would be otherwise. A drink in the morning to wake me up and one at night to wind me down.
I was looking out and seeing the sun blazing colors of orange and red turning the sky purple as it set. I was at peace with the world, I came out of my stupor and sipped my beverage
Matthew Bartee
I need to drink less soda. I open my fridge and there it was, the last can of coke. A forced start to my resolution. An escape from the marriage to sugar. The cold red can stares back at me like I stare at it; a sweet locked gaze of love and regret. I reach for the can, but stop just short of grabbing it. Not yet. I’ll say goodbye another time.
Alcoholic beverages make us feel better for some time however, many do not realize that they have a depressing effect on the long term. The only good solution for a happier life is ganja.
The glass slipped out of my hand, spilling bright blue liquid all over the carpet. “Are you fucking kidding me???” I exclaimed, staring hard at the screen in front of me. There in huge letters were the words “CARD DECLINED” and I knew I was officially broke as fuck.
the beverage thats most accesible,
isnt usually the tastiest liquid slurring out of the fountain machine,
its when you have to perfect that thai tea,
with great vigor,
and constant revamping consitutients of sugars and blends,
until, alas, awaits, a flavorful drink, so delicious,
its deadly.
Even if water and milk tastes like sour seashore pebbles on a warm california day,
the mere fact that it infiltrated your taste buds,
renders life in your life.
Pleasant glass bottles of coca cola may be irrestible,
but if they were the only drink at the liquior store,
would they ever leave their price tags?
Deep breath. Deep breath. He grabbed the miniscule, diminutive little glass between three fingers and pinched it. He thought about pinching his nose too. Then, as soon as the thought hit, he slammed it back.
Nick
A drink so profound and unknown of that it could bring you luck. Luck is just a superstition? Wrong. With this simple beverage you could win thousands of dollars and millions of friends. All it will take is just one simple sip. One very, simple sip. All your dreams would come true.
cool beverage in my hand in a summer’s day. i would like to have a cool beer or soda and just enjoy the sunshine at the beach. watchin kids playing on the beach. there’s dog chasing frezibees
Roy
She took a deep sip of her drink as a diversion.
“You haven’t answered the question.”
She gulped, “Haven’t I?”
The hubbub of the bar did nothing to abate his gaze from her face. She shifted uncomfortably. “No, you’re right, I haven’t.”
speaking of beverage, i drank some coffee today at like eleven why did i do that knowing i had to be up at like 8:30 at the latest idk but something good came out of it bc i did watch when harry met sally and jerry maguire today and that was a good time but now i’m really in my feelings for various reason but i mean whats new honestly
I’m so effing thirsty. I wanted one of those milk teas from Japan today. Couldn’t get it. Fucking hell. Wasting a lot of seconds here cause I got nothing else left to write. Gonna smoke a bowl now.
E
I looked at Phil, and asked him to grab me a beverage. I don’t know why, but when Phil thinks beverage, he thinks hot sauce. You see, today was April fools day, and I start the day off with a hot prank.
Spencer McCreary
0. A number that makes me grab at the bottle by instinct. I don’t want to think about liquids adding any more than 0 to my daily count. Water or tea. I don’t miss soda, never having quite grown fond of carbonation. But, in the end I grew up with dinner having a side of bubbles because it was nearly as readily available than water in my home, and I followed suit. Having an excuse not to drink it constantly was freeing. 0 is written on every drinkable liquid in my home. Hot chocolate packets are piled high, unused. I indulge occasionally on calorie-ridden, frothy tasty drinks, but there is no evidence.
If I want something sweet, it isn’t here.
Milly sat down with a cold adult beverage and tried to relax. Thank God that the week was coming to an end. It had been long and challenging and a nice margarita was the way to unwind.
Being a hitwoman wasn’t as glamorous and she first thought.
Today I drank a lot of water and water is truly everywhere such as in oceans and rivers and in Siddartha he learns from the river and I enjoy the ocean and water is truly a huge part in nature and when you think about it there would no life without water, that is how amazing it is. We are the only planet with driankable water and we are the one solitary piece of matter in this universe at least that we know of that drinks water.
I like to drink coffee. A lot. No morning is complete without and no evening ends smoothly without it. People think I’m a bit crazy when it comes to my love of the beverage, but I just love it!
a new thirst, one a styrofoam cup couldn’t quench
warm like honey tea in fine china
The beverage of choice in my house once I graduated from college was whiskey sours. My father made them and they went down easy. For the first three my father drank, he was all charm and bonhomie and love for his wife and daughters. Only after the fourth one, did he start in on the three of us.
She sipped the tea. It was cold. Chunks of milk that hadn’t dissolved lay in the bottom of the cup. It made her sick to think of it. This was the last of the milk, and it was being wasted.
The first thought I had this morning was that I needed a beverage. Specifically a coffee beverage. Move specifically, and since I’m not a barista, a coffee with cream and sugar. Yum.
The beverage was cold, but warming. Sweet, with a tang. It was frothy and left the most wonderful taste of Cara’s tongue.
beer, hurts my head . The tannins? Don’t know. Maybe soda brown and bubbly. I like the froth
Give me a cool glass of water lately. Quench my thirst. Have a drink
The beverage was orange. It had a sparkle to it. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. The way the surface seemed to dance and ebb against the glass with no movement whatsoever. She walked across the clearing and reached for it. It was beautiful almost incandescent. She lifted it slowly to her lips and sipped the brew. Her mouth was enveloped in flavor. The drink swooshed atop her taste buds. She’d never felt so light as she lifted to the sky.
She opened the doors of the fridge and felt the cool air blast her bare skin. It felt so good. She stood there for a moment until a lady politely asked to get around her with her cart. She selected her milk and moved. She walked down the freezer aisle, just to get that feeling back.
Bevere. She remembered the last time she felt free and sincerely happy. When she had her first postachio gelato at in Rome at the place called
It was his first adult beverage. He sniffed it. It smelled strong, and not pleasant. He put it to his lips. It was like fire and water sliding past his tongue and down his throat. “Why do people like this?” he asked, disgusted.
The soda bubbles over the metal can, but he doesn’t see the foam as much as he sees her eyes. Even as they kept a steady distance. It was the first meeting in a thousand reincarnations and his drink was dead between them.
She looked at the spilled beverage spreading across the floor and tears sprang to her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he pondered. “No need to cry over spilled milk,” he laughed, as he bent to sop it up with a towel.
“It’s just- one god damned thing after another. I can’t take it!” She threw her hands in the air dramatically.
He quickly forgot the milk and walked to her, silently embracing her and letting out a sigh. “It’ll be okay.”
1. The steam from the cup curled around her face, as if it were searching for something.
2. He had succeeded in doing a lot more than just drowning his sorrows.
Hazel sipped the cool beverage, waiting for her boyfriend Mich. He was a baker, you see, and since his father was so sick, he now had to run the entire business. Hazel helped out when she could, but she was… honestly garbage at helping. She always spilled things everywhere and only got in Michele’s way instead of helping. She tried her very best, but she had learned by now that her best bet was to stay out of his way.
He gently knocked his beverage on the ground. A look of slight horror washed across his face at the news. Trump has won.
I am a coffee and wine drinker. Those two beverages make my life so much better than it would be otherwise. A drink in the morning to wake me up and one at night to wind me down.
I was looking out and seeing the sun blazing colors of orange and red turning the sky purple as it set. I was at peace with the world, I came out of my stupor and sipped my beverage
I need to drink less soda. I open my fridge and there it was, the last can of coke. A forced start to my resolution. An escape from the marriage to sugar. The cold red can stares back at me like I stare at it; a sweet locked gaze of love and regret. I reach for the can, but stop just short of grabbing it. Not yet. I’ll say goodbye another time.
Alcoholic beverages make us feel better for some time however, many do not realize that they have a depressing effect on the long term. The only good solution for a happier life is ganja.
The glass slipped out of my hand, spilling bright blue liquid all over the carpet. “Are you fucking kidding me???” I exclaimed, staring hard at the screen in front of me. There in huge letters were the words “CARD DECLINED” and I knew I was officially broke as fuck.
I drank the crimson liquid greedily as my followers reveled in the dingy basement of my mother’s bungalow. I was Steve, Dark Lord of the Universe.
the beverage thats most accesible,
isnt usually the tastiest liquid slurring out of the fountain machine,
its when you have to perfect that thai tea,
with great vigor,
and constant revamping consitutients of sugars and blends,
until, alas, awaits, a flavorful drink, so delicious,
its deadly.
Even if water and milk tastes like sour seashore pebbles on a warm california day,
the mere fact that it infiltrated your taste buds,
renders life in your life.
Pleasant glass bottles of coca cola may be irrestible,
but if they were the only drink at the liquior store,
would they ever leave their price tags?
Deep breath. Deep breath. He grabbed the miniscule, diminutive little glass between three fingers and pinched it. He thought about pinching his nose too. Then, as soon as the thought hit, he slammed it back.
A drink so profound and unknown of that it could bring you luck. Luck is just a superstition? Wrong. With this simple beverage you could win thousands of dollars and millions of friends. All it will take is just one simple sip. One very, simple sip. All your dreams would come true.
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cool beverage in my hand in a summer’s day. i would like to have a cool beer or soda and just enjoy the sunshine at the beach. watchin kids playing on the beach. there’s dog chasing frezibees
She took a deep sip of her drink as a diversion.
“You haven’t answered the question.”
She gulped, “Haven’t I?”
The hubbub of the bar did nothing to abate his gaze from her face. She shifted uncomfortably. “No, you’re right, I haven’t.”
speaking of beverage, i drank some coffee today at like eleven why did i do that knowing i had to be up at like 8:30 at the latest idk but something good came out of it bc i did watch when harry met sally and jerry maguire today and that was a good time but now i’m really in my feelings for various reason but i mean whats new honestly
I’m so effing thirsty. I wanted one of those milk teas from Japan today. Couldn’t get it. Fucking hell. Wasting a lot of seconds here cause I got nothing else left to write. Gonna smoke a bowl now.
I looked at Phil, and asked him to grab me a beverage. I don’t know why, but when Phil thinks beverage, he thinks hot sauce. You see, today was April fools day, and I start the day off with a hot prank.
0. A number that makes me grab at the bottle by instinct. I don’t want to think about liquids adding any more than 0 to my daily count. Water or tea. I don’t miss soda, never having quite grown fond of carbonation. But, in the end I grew up with dinner having a side of bubbles because it was nearly as readily available than water in my home, and I followed suit. Having an excuse not to drink it constantly was freeing. 0 is written on every drinkable liquid in my home. Hot chocolate packets are piled high, unused. I indulge occasionally on calorie-ridden, frothy tasty drinks, but there is no evidence.
If I want something sweet, it isn’t here.
Would you like to try a combo today?
No, I’d rather not.
How about some fries? Or a beverage?
I’d really rather not.
Then why are you in our drive-thru, then?
To see your pretty face.
I think I’ll call security.
MARRY ME, FOR THE LOVE OF MILKSHAKES!
Milly sat down with a cold adult beverage and tried to relax. Thank God that the week was coming to an end. It had been long and challenging and a nice margarita was the way to unwind.
Being a hitwoman wasn’t as glamorous and she first thought.
Today I drank a lot of water and water is truly everywhere such as in oceans and rivers and in Siddartha he learns from the river and I enjoy the ocean and water is truly a huge part in nature and when you think about it there would no life without water, that is how amazing it is. We are the only planet with driankable water and we are the one solitary piece of matter in this universe at least that we know of that drinks water.