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"When Life Sips Tea with You"

Juliette

Juliette

Favoured Frenzy
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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Juliette said:
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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I live for this type of peace where I can just enjoy my tea without worrying about things and enjoying the view outside my window .
 
Juliette said:
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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When life sips tea with "YOU" ......
the world slows to a gentle hush, and every worry softens, disappearing like sugar swirling into tea......
In that quiet, all I taste is the sweetness of your laughter, the comfort of your gaze, and the knowing that no matter how many cups we share, " I will never tire of the flavor of us. ":giggle:
 
Juliette said:
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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Cozy mornings, peaceful soul ..
Awesome Intelligence™​
 
Juliette said:
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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I’d happily settle for that slow kind of life, the one where I’m sitting with my coffee, watching the sunset from our backyard with her by my side, and our pets curled up next to us. Some days we might talk about nothing in particular, other days we might just sit there quietly, but either way, it’s perfect. Because it’s not about the coffee, the sunset, or even the backyard. It’s about her.... my comfort person. The one I get to laugh with, grow old with, and spend every ordinary yet beautiful moment with. That’s more than enough for me.
 
Juliette said:
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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Hey good evening it's,
Doesn't matter it's morning or evening, music can heal your soul peacefully all the time ⏮️◀️⏸️⏭️⭐✨
 
Instinct said:
When life sips tea with "YOU" ......
the world slows to a gentle hush, and every worry softens, disappearing like sugar swirling into tea......
In that quiet, all I taste is the sweetness of your laughter, the comfort of your gaze, and the knowing that no matter how many cups we share, " I will never tire of the flavor of us. ":giggle:
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Guess I’ll need to save you a seat for the next cup!:cool:
 
Quagmire said:
I’d happily settle for that slow kind of life, the one where I’m sitting with my coffee, watching the sunset from our backyard with her by my side, and our pets curled up next to us. Some days we might talk about nothing in particular, other days we might just sit there quietly, but either way, it’s perfect. Because it’s not about the coffee, the sunset, or even the backyard. It’s about her.... my comfort person. The one I get to laugh with, grow old with, and spend every ordinary yet beautiful moment with. That’s more than enough for me.
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That sounds like the kind of life everyone secretly dreams of!!
 
Your words feel like a warm blanket for the soul—soft, unhurried, and deeply human.
It’s in these small, quiet rituals that life shows its gentlest beauty, and you’ve captured that feeling perfectly.
 
Juliette said:
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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Hello and good evening Ms. . As always very well written. Where did you get your brain from pray kindly tell . I need to scour the same. Is their a special place for such intellectual brains ? Hehhehehehehehe. Cheers!!!
 
Juliette said:
I live for the slow mornings,
when the sunlight is soft enough
to slip through the curtains
without waking me fully.

I live for the sound of water boiling,
the clink of a teaspoon against a mug,
the steam curling into the air
like it has nowhere else to be.

I live for oversized sweaters,
pages of books I’ve already read,
and the way sunlight lingers on my skin,
as if it knows the warmth I've been missing.

I live for conversations
that wander without maps,
laughter that sneaks up on me,
and music that feels like home.

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Nice :heart1:​
 
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