Pumpkin Spice Latte Quotes

Pumpkin Spice Lattes were just about her favorite thing in the world, right after Taylor Swift, brunch, and braids she learned about on Pinterest.

Was she really going to do this? Was she going to have sex with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in a Starbucks?

She might as well drink pumpkin spice lattes, carry Michael Kors, and wear yoga pants to the grocery store. Totally basic.

So then be basic like what everyone else likes enjoy the pumpkin spice lattes wear leggings as pants because no matter how mainstream If you like it, you like it and that's a good enough reason

right next to that would be a blissful box of wipes. I needed those fucking wipes bad, like a heroin addict needs a fix, like a fat kid needs a cupcake, like a skinny person needs a salad, like a white girl needs a pumpkin spice latte.

Give me that pumpkin-spice-latte-loving penis; I need it.

His smile was slow to spread over his face. As it grew, something warm slid through her belly, warming her from the inside like a pumpkin spice latte on a cool fall night. Red alert. That’s a ten-forty-two. Charming jock in progress, proceed with caution. He took her hand in his, shook it once, then let go. Very proper, very simple. And it would have stayed that way had she not looked him in the eye and seen it. Hunger, as clear as if he were a starving man looking at a T-bone. And that was the T-bone’s cue to make for the hills.

(Note: I realize this is horrifying. Just keep reading.) "Turn to Leviticus 20:13, because I actually discovered the cure for AIDS. If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death. Their blood shall be upon them. And that, my friend, is the cure for AIDS. It was right there in the Bible all along — and they’re out spending billions of dollars in research and testing. It’s curable — right there. Because if you executed the homos like God recommends, you wouldn’t have all this AIDS running rampant." This is an American pastor openly calling for the death of all homosexuals. The anti-gay movement is now so extreme, some, (not all) call for genocide. So how about instead of Alex from Target or pumpkin spice lattes, we get this out on the media. Because this is disgusting. No one should have to be called worthless, better in death, for a problem they did not cause. AIDS did not start with homosexuals, and it's not going to end with them. The only thing that has to end is hate like this.

I can literally taste the nutmeg silt from the bottom of a pumpkin spice latte on my tongue when her husband (CON) comes over with a towering plate of food for her (PRO) and coaxes her away from my table. I start to say “hey, do you like tweeting?” or some other useless shit, but she’s got that goddamn baby and this Jedi Knight is looming anxiously over us balancing a precarious platter of nachos, so I stammer out a “Nice talking to ya!” in my most nasal midwestern twang and go back to fucking around on my phone.

She felt a throb in her body that was undeniable - was she into this Pumpkin Spice Latte? Like...sexually?

Finally, she reached the front of the line, where a pretty girl with jet-black hair in a Starbucks uniform said, “Good morning! What can I get--” but before she could even finish, Melissa blurted out, “A VENTI PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE PLEASE EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM.

Pumpkin spice latte?” I guess. “Am I that much of a basic white girl to you?

I’m very flattered, but I’m not interested in dating anyone right now,” Melissa said in the gentlest voice she could muster. The Starbucks girl smiled. “Oh! I wasn’t trying to flirt with you...I was trying to tell you how sexy PSLs are.” And she winked again!?! “But you are super cute, come back when you’re feeling like dating someone again and we can talk then.

She pushed the notion out of her mind - that was silly. You couldn’t have sex with a Starbucks drink...or could you? No...you couldn’t.

She still hadn’t even had a taste yet and the anticipation was killing her. She could feel tingles all throughout her body, sending little shocks of electricity to her nipples. Her nipples?! Oh my god, Melissa Brewer, you cannot be attracted to a Pumpkin Spice Latte. That doesn’t make sense, she reprimanded herself. But she could feel it. Her body wanted that Pumpkin Spice Latte, and not just to drink.

Melissa looked around. No one was in this part of the Starbucks. She was all alone with her Pumpkin Spice Latte. As she moved in for another sip, her left hand drifted down to her breast, pinching her nipple through the layers of her cardigan and two oversized tees. She felt her nipple stiffen as she played with it, sipping the Pumpkin Spice Latte again. She put a lid on the Pumpkin Spice Latte so she wouldn’t be too tempted to gulp it all down at once, even though she wanted it inside her so badly.

I might die if I don’t get a pumpkin spice latte in me RIGHT NOW.

it was the first day that Pumpkin Spice Lattes were available at Starbucks.

You’re not - you’re not going to kick me out for having sex with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in your Starbucks?

There are a certain few people who we call Pumpkin Spice-sexuals. It’s very rare, but Michael and I--” she nodded at the guy with the Afro-- “are two of them. And we’re very good at spotting our kind.

She needed to look good for her first PSL. She selected a pair of yoga pants, some cute sneakers, an oversized tee, layered with another oversized tee, a cardigan, and three different scarves. Fall was all about layers and Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and Melissa was stoked about both.

When it was over, she looked at the cup in her hand. She’d crushed it completely, used it up, but now the Pumpkin Spice Latte was inside her, a part of her now.

His engorged gourdhood’s orange surface is slicked with froth, like a whipped topping on a pumpkin spice latte. Inch by inch, I stare in awe at his immeasurable length that dangles in front of me. The fluted base curves away from his body, jutting out like a butternut squash. Under a layer of pumpkin foreskin I can see the tip of the stem wanting to poke out.

both of the Starbucks employees moved the Pumpkin Spice Lattes up and down her body.

Uh, do basic white girls drink pumpkin spice lattes? Yes I want to go inside!

Pumpkin Flavor Latte Scrub   Ingredients 1 ½ cups of brown sugar 2 tablespoons of ground coffee 1-2 tablespoons of pumpkin spice ¾ -1 cup of oil   Instructions  Combine all the ingredients, apart from oil Mix them together Add oil to the mixture and stir

Those Pumpkin Spice Girls. Garden centre girls who filled their flats with macramé and air plants. Girls who spent their weekends reading Jane Austen, baking muffins, drinking iced oat milk lattes.

Wonderful. My only superpower is painful sensitivity to others. I’ll have to swear off society altogether and live the rest of my life as a hermit. I’ll never be able to buy myself Pumpkin Spice Lattes again— you’ll have to do it for me.

Pumpkin Spice Lattes were just about her favorite thing in the world, right after Taylor Swift, brunch, and braids

Melissa jumped out of bed, slipping on her Ugg boots, which she preferred to slippers, and walked over to her closet. She needed to look good for her first PSL.

If you say pumpkin spiced latte in the mirror three times, a white girl in yoga pants and a ponytail will jump out and tell you her favorite thing about fall.

Subway restaurants agreed to remove the “yoga mat chemical” from their bread following a petition I started.1 Kraft decided to remove artificial food dyes from their kids’ mac and cheese products after I stormed their headquarters with over 200,000 petitions.2 Chick-fil-A’s chicken went antibiotic free following my meetings with them urging them to do so.3 Anheuser-Busch and Miller-Coors both agreed to publish their ingredients for the first time in history following another of my petitions.4 I was finishing up my first book, exposing the chemicals in our food, and it was slated to be out in a few short months. I had just published an investigation into Starbucks’ famous Pumpkin Spice Latte,5 calling them out for their use of “class IV” caramel coloring (a chemical linked to cancer).6 This piece went viral, with millions of views and shares (which ultimately led to Starbucks dropping this coloring from their drinks).

For women. Because somehow, in the 21st century, we can drink pumpkin spice lattes, but misogyny still exists.

A double shot of espresso? Wouldn’t you rather have a vanilla latte or a caramel macchiato? Our special drink of the month is a lavender honey latte and we have pumpkin spice all year round!

Pumpkin spiced lattes just don’t taste the same when you have them in other seasons.

Power was never a thing I wanted.” “What do you want then?” “I don’t know. What does every girl want? A pumpkin spice latte and a good book to curl up with?

But a little over a month ago, he'd come to the Waterstones cafe to grab a book of photography and a pumpkin spice latte - his taste in coffee had never been especially sophisticated - and within a moment of walking through the doors, he'd been overcome with a sense of rightness. The utterly illogical and entirely absurd suspicion that this was an important place to be, in that grand and nonsensical search of his.

Hermione: Did you drink a pumpkin spice latte? Draco: You just can't shut up and let me kiss you, can you? Hermione: I though Malfoy was all black coffee and misery. Draco: Yes, yes, I'm very droll and terrible. Do you want your coffee now that you're insistent on talking through my excellent kissing? Hermione: No one is critiquing the quality of your kissing, Draco. Draco: Is that so?

But it was the first day of the pumpkin spice latte, so my annual vice refused to be denied, regardless of the fact that I was starting a new job in T minus thirty minutes. Yes, I was taking quite the moronic risk.

He said, “I hated this shirt anyway.” I dropped my hands and said, “I did, too, but I didn’t know how to tell you. Hence the pumpkin spice latte.

Medium latte for me,” I said. “And do you have anything with, like, marshmallow Peeps, and rainbow sprinkles, and maybe a dash of pumpkin spice for my friend here? Salt on the rim.

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The Bad Halloween: A Crazies Night Chronicle by Stewart Stafford I'm Rich—ambulance medic on Crazies Night, Demented chariot driver in the mediverse, Skeleton crew for swarms of ailing impostors, Our dashboard crucifix, buffeting every curse. Jittery, side-burned Jeff riding shotgun, I tease his grumbling about missing fun: "A toast with your Pumpkin Spice Latte! Breakfast on me when our shift is done." Behind us, a female living portrait groaned— Drunk or high, headfirst, she kissed the road. Mona Lisa frame unmounted for treatment, delirious spoilers dropped for The Da Vinci Code! Death's Reaper stood daring us in our path; graveyard shift, centre line, gleaming scythe. Brakes jammed, sirens blared, the prank waned— This gothic vigilante traffic cop waved us by! We dropped Patient Moaner at the hospital, Jeff smoked, and I ate canteen Colcannon, Our "bat signal" crackled, flashed in the cab: "Cosplay brawl at the Hotel Shannon." We drove off for more Boo-Boo Bus Bedlam to hit our Gotham's streets and tend the injured. Catherine wheel jack-o-lantern through windscreen; The Pumpkin Bomber’s cackle went unheard. Ears temporarily-deafened, thumbs up given; Faces, hands, arms burned—scarred medics. Flying glass cuts on our cheeks and necks: Carers now mummified patients: sideline critics. The first cracks of dawn chase shadows away; A Grand Grimoire yielding to Grey's Anatomy, Our carriage—the repair yard's hollow gourd, All-Saints sunrise feast to shed All Hallows' agony. On the Lord of Death's night, we didn't die: Weary defiance met coffee and pumpkin pie. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

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