Just me... Coffee girl🖤 Pieces of my life... Love summer, coffee, meditation, old movies , "Gone with the wind". I'm fic writer☺️
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Latest Posts by polinka22malinka - Page 3
Sunny, warm, all in the park... Scooters, bikes, roller skates... 🛴🚲🛼
Students from India playing cricket in the lawn, very exotic for my city ☺️
It's good that it's spring... ☀️
"Let's go quickly, just stop for my cocoa on the way..." "Are you a child?" I hear my eldest son's question and look at him in surprise. "It's just that only children drink cocoa," he begins to explain, and I smile back. As we walk for those ten minutes, I think about when I am a child....
When I buy cocoa instead of strong coffee to keep me warm...
When I buy "Kinder chocolate"...
When I take the children's toys away from their chocolate eggs...
When I lose the power of speech because of someone's rudeness and then leave quickly, wiping away tears, so they don't notice...
When I stubbornly defend my point of view, not always listening to arguments...
When I don't want to think about the consequences... "Let it go somehow..."
When I don't wear a beanie, when I take offence, when I eat sweets instead of lunch, when I pick up a kitten on the street (not knowing where I'm going to sleep next week)...
Yes, I'm a child. Sometimes and fleetingly... But then I take a deep breath, put on a strict black jacket and become an adult again.
My inspiration for Chapter 27 of the story "Trying to remember" 🩷
A few associations that happened to catch my eye ☺️
I'd like to leave them here, let them be ☀️
Happy birthday! ☺️
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Or when you can't think of a line...
So, as I try to finish the next chapter, I'd like to mark the day. Exactly one year ago I pressed the "publish" button with fear and excitement and my first chapter became not only my secret...
For a whole year I wrote non-stop and my "I only have a couple ideas" turned into 13 (my goodness) stories, short and not so short 😅
I got regular readers and was generally well received in this "author's society" I had so abruptly fallen into...
For a whole year I wrote, sometimes with a smile, sometimes with tears (those are the most touching chapters and the most talked about). I write all the time (a little less now), I write at home at night, in the morning in the park, in a coffee shop, on a picnic, in the playground, in the car, everywhere...
I write and I love it so much... I write and find inspiration in myself and the people around me...🩷
Morning coffee in the park ☀️💛
There's no time to write because I'm chasing the sunshine... ☀️
Trying to catch the rays that are chaotically tangled in the branches of the trees and in my hair... 💛
I happen to live next door to my college literature teacher. Very old lady with a hat and always jewellery 👌☺️
A couple of times a month we faced in the street, say a few words, compliment each other and go our separate ways ☺️
Today I only managed to say hello to her in the fast flow of people on the street (the city centre on a Monday morning is my personal hell 🥲), but I think she would be proud of me knowing that I was going to the library with "Onegin" in my bag to get a new book ☀️
Good morning ☺️
Long morning ... ☀️
Love weekend for this... 💛
This weather seems to have made me freeze today, just as I froze at the beginning of November. Then I didn't believe it could be cold outside already, and today I didn't believe it could be cold still...🥲
I think we all have scars in our souls (I don't like high-flown words, but there's no other way to put it) that have already healed, but they will ache every time the weather turns bad. In such a case I know what to do. As my doctor friend says, "If you have a headache, you take a pill without waiting for a migraine." And I usually do.
I know which films I will never watch, I know which tables in cafes I will politely avert my eyes from, I know which conversations I will listen to without noticing the words and then change the subject or make a joke (thank heavens for my sense of humour☺️).
But it happens... It happens that playfully, jokingly, a light breeze comes and affectionately touches what should not be touched... It seems to me that if you touch (even gently) a scar on the skin, it echoes on the level of impulses. There is something left where it once hurt a lot...
The unexpected afflicts you, trows you out of the track, whatever... And you realize that even a thousand sweaters won't help and warm you in the moment.
P.S. I was a few minutes late for the sunset, I knew I'd be late 🤣 but the colour of the sky beckoned and I'm glad I went... I think I caught what I wanted to catch ☀️
I love these relaxed days after...✨
A quiet morning, taking my time to sort through the messages, getting in the mood for today's writing... As cozy and soft a shirt as possible...😻
Perfect...☀️
Tired but so inspired ☺️
Of course I couldn't just walk past such a bag 🤣
Meeting new person to me and we are both in a pleasant surprise. She's just written her first book and sent it off to publishers and I'm... "I'm writing a bit..." I replied to her and there was no stopping us...☺️
My inspiration or when your friend gives you a shirt after a photo shoot and says, "It's your turn...😅"
"Okay - okay, as long as the coffee is brewing," I reply 🖤☺️
There's something special about fading flowers... Something fragile... 💜
Everyone in my town is like cats in the sun today 😺 squinting, basking, stretching...☀️💛