me drinking piss coffee: who gives a shit. it's coffee. i don't give any shits so long as i'm caffeinated— tara shoe (@tarashoe) January 31, 2018
me drinking french pressed coffee: (distant gaze) san francisco, 1972. an unusually clear spring day and there's an undeniable electricity in the air.
If I were Cuban, and if I smoked Cohiba Cigars, and if I knew how to write music, and if I composed pensive songs about life in the Caribbean, then this would be my Album Cover. pic.twitter.com/cdHHlOUSuJ— Neil deGrasse Tyson (@neiltyson) February 1, 2018
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