The Hälssen & Lyon Tea Calendar by Kolle Rebbe, Hamburg
The Hälssen & Lyon tea calendar is the first calendar in the world to feature calendar days made from tea leaves. Finely flavoured and pressed until wafer-thin, the 365 calendar days can be individually detached and brewed directly in the cup with hot water. The tea calendar was sent exclusively to selected business partners.
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reblog if you plan on sitting still and watching the same scene from dragon ball z over and over until your final breath
i went into the gas station and said, “twenty on pump three, please.”
the man looked into my eyes and said, “how are you doing?”
i said, “i’m great”,
but i really felt like saying “i think babies cry when they’re born
because it hurts to breathe for the first time.
imagine your lungs expanding, filling
with something foreign. imagine not knowing.”
he said, “that’s pretty descriptive”, and laughed,
and i said, “yeah, thats it”,
but what i really wanted to say was, “i overdosed twice in
and i was drowning all of that time. my head’s above the water
now and it hurts to breathe,
it hurts to breathe, it hurts to not know.”
i nodded towards him and repeated, “i’m great.”
he said “have a good day”
and i said, “thanks, you too”,
and i walked into the cool weather and filled up my car,
the whole while staring into the stars
and thinking about what the spaces between them feel like,
if that’s where i’m at,
that i’ve not quite made it to a new world yet
but that i’m on my way.
i stopped at subway for a sandwhich and a man
sitting on the corner asked me for some change and i said,
“i don’t have any cash, man, but i’ll buy you some dinner”
and he said no no no i need money, i NEED it,
and shook his head and wrung his hands
and i said sorry
but what i really wanted was to say, “i’ll pull the decay from your bones,
and everything will be alright, i’ve got this”
but i wasn’t carrying those words in my wallet.
it seems i never will.
last night i got drunk with an acquaintance, barely knew her
but i took refuge on her couch. some days i just don’t care.
we were drinking cinnamon whiskey
when her boyfriend called her a bitch for losing the lighter.
i cradled her with my eyes and she said,
“what does living feel like?”
i said, “i don’t know”,
but i really wanted to say, “i think it hurts.”
i don’t know why i didn’t say it.
five years ago when my first love said, “do you love me?”
i hesitated and didn’t answer her.
an ocean grew in her eyes and i was on a boat sinking in the
i wanted to say, “always”
but instead sank with the wreckage of my foolishness.
it hurts to not know.
FOX! HI FOX! YOU SLEEPIN FOX? FOX OOH STEPPED ON YOUR HEAD THERE SORRY HEY FOX YOU STILL SLEEPIN? WANNA SNUGGLE? WANNA PLAY? OM NOM NOM NOM FOX YOU WANNA PLAY?