hello there~~
so, for a little bit of context;
I am currently working on a short story about a person who meets with the ghost of an old friend for tea every so often. Teatime is something my family holds very dear, and I really want to incorporate details of these…little idiosyncratic things that take place during this time.
SO I would be very grateful if any of y'all drop some itty-bitty details of what memories or feelings arise when you have a nice, warm cup of tea. You could tell me anything from the type of biscuits you had, to the shattering of your favourite teacup, idk. Also, feel free to disregard this post, I don't mind if it sinks through the unread. :)
Tea time often reminds me of when I was a child. Growing up is fucking awful, especially doing it in hospital like me, and I often wish to go back to the times of lemon shortbread biscuits and pretend conversations with imaginary friends and the little ghosties that haunted my bedroom 🥺
hmm~ thanks for sharing :) I've finished writing the story, (thankfully. i just barely made the deadline.) I posted it ~somewhere~ on here, but thanks anyway! I'm sorry you went/ or are currently going through some stuff rn– and especially in these times, i wish i could go back and spend more time with my friends, (we all had our own separate tea/coffee 'rituals'). And growing up is indeed, a pain, and I often find myself trying to fast-track myself into The Next Stage of Life™ just to get through whatever it is i'm agonizing over. Whatever you're goin/went through, I hope the 'fucking awful' part of growing up passes, and the pain eases a little. x
I have a thing for letting the honey stay at the bottom and then adding cold milk and stirring it really quickly to make milk and honey. But congrats on the finished story.
that sounds like a treat :) merci
