Instagram credit: chloejg

It must be spring 🥐🌼

Bond Street, London

16.11.22 I hope I am always learning to become better

Flat white. Story Coffee, Wandsworth, London. June 2023.

Before class the other day : studies near Russell square and bizarre clouds over London.

Coffee shop babe☕️🤎

It’s been a long week, but I feel as if I’m starting to settle back into work, the flat, and climbing over the large imposter syndrome hill. This weekend was the perfect end to the week: sleepover at a friends, baking and board games; before a solitary Sunday at the British library.

My biggest dream is to live in London close to a bookstore and a coffee shop

@mobscene-starters​

Location: Boutique Coffee Shop. 

Time: 2pm. 30/10/2022

‘’Felicity, do not hang up on m---’’ 

The phone went dead. 

Jaw slack, Amélie stood there with furious intent running rampant through her body. There had been risks she’d been taking as of recent, ones that even she was sure were so out of character. It’d been keeping her up at night; the idea of the dangers she may invite into her life. Was she even ready to experience her brother in that setting? Would it even be him anymore. She sighed, dropping into the seat, snatching the glass of wine up. 

She realised the chair next to her was occupied. Great.

‘’I, um, sorry...I know I was loud...when I get mad, I get really mad and it usually ends with yelling and I guess that’s kind of annoying, right? Like can’t this girl see that there are people here. Well, yes, yes I can. I must have known that...because how could I not see a room full of people? Have--- wow...I’m rambling. Hi, sorry.’’ She’d done it again, cheeks tinging pink, dipping her eyes to her lap. She couldn’t believe that Felicity was bringing an actually group with her. This was meant to be a private, sophisticated meeting between just them. And now she’d have to find a way to speak actual full fucking sentences.  

It’s been over a decade since I started this cute tumblr blog and I’m still sat in coffee shops drinking coffee tippety tapping on my laptop

(albeit my taste in coffee is much better nowadays)

An autumn Sunday in East London: cobble stones and terraces—the air is grey but warm, muggy—the flower market heaving with beautiful people in their shiny shoes, long coats, sweater vests, tiny dogs—calla lilies in hoards—a band and a tap dancer perform outside the pub which is just opening its doors—cyclists lazily skirt round corners past people with no plans, who are hanging around outside the café waiting for a coffee, sharing a cigarette, a bit of quiet conversation, perfect people-watching

Photographer Davina Tan

Flat white. Beanberry Coffee Company, Kingston, London, January 2024.