where is this place where iced coffee comes in mason jars with handles and tables are made of colorful tiles and everyone sees with limited depth of field so that everything unimportant is perfectly softened? because, as liz lemon would say, i want to go to there
edit: oddly enough, according to the flickr page for this image, this was taken with a pentax k-1000… which is relevant if you look two posts after this
i'm sarah. i'm biding my time in pittsburgh fiddling with praat and teaching español in exchange for the luxuries of grad stipend living while secretly trying to figure out how to get paid to play with bikes all day long.