i keep making awkward unintentional eye-contact across the room with a guy who looks remarkably like ashton kutcher

- especially when it is Stumptown coffee (puts Starbucks to shame, I’m not even exaggerating) in a poppy-bright mug in my favorite coffee shop after trekking to the post office in the downpour to send my second batch of Postcrossing cards, and the toes of my flats are stained the color of storm clouds, and it’s okay that I’m wearing mostly black on my day off because it’s cold enough for my emerald peacoat and my skirt makes me feel like dancing, and everything smells like Spring and the promise of adventure, and I have an hour and a half to write in my journal and read The Book Thief before my friends’ concert at another coffee shop.

bookshelfporn:

Tipos Infames a coffee and book shop in Madrid designed by MYCC.

(via NOTCOT.org)

This is a coffee shop? How awful.  Coffee shops are supposed to be cozy and inviting with as many nooks and corners as is geometrically possible.  Maybe that’s a Pacific Northwest thing?  This place looks like a cafeteria, or a supermarket.  (I bet it doesn’t even have that wonderful coffee-mingling-with-used-books-smell. Travesty!)