Skeleton & Markus
Ever notice how a coffee mug, after dozens of brews, starts to look like a little fossil—scored, stained, holding the memory of every sip? I find that pretty poetic.
Totally feel that vibe—like each scar is a chapter in the mug’s story. I love when a worn cup reminds me to pause and savor the present sip. ☕️
It’s amazing how the cracks turn the cup into a relic, isn’t it? Each line a line of memory, each sip a reminder that even the ordinary can hold a quiet depth. Keep sipping.
Yeah, it’s like the mug itself is a diary. Every crack marks a moment, a little history that you can feel with each pour. Keeps the ordinary from feeling ordinary, you know? Keep that brew coming.
The steam writes a new line, so keep the kettle quiet while you read.