Okay but hear me out:
A nighttime café in which the only lighting comes from lanterns, free pastry samples are served to all who enter, the walls are adorned with van Gogh paintings, there are emotional support black cats roaming about, and Edgar Allan Poe readings occur during every full moon.
Okay but hear me out:
A nighttime café in which the only lighting comes from lanterns, free pastry samples are served to all who enter, the walls are adorned with van Gogh paintings, there are emotional support black cats roaming about, and Edgar Allan Poe readings occur during every full moon.
Just a friendly reminder that your desire to spend the weekend reading Agatha Christie and eating emotional support scones by a crackling fire in a Scottish Highlands cottage is valid.
Don’t allow anyone to disrespect you by telling you otherwise.
I'm biased, but please support your local theatre, and for that matter, please support your local café, bookstore, bakery, and library. We need you all.😊
Therapist: What brings you in today?
Me: I still don't have a bookshelf with a rolling ladder.
Therapist: Oh dear. Let me put on the kettle.
Just a friendly reminder to support and appreciate your local library ghost.
Be a quaint café in a world full of Starbucks.
A person's attractiveness increases by a minimum of 53% when they have a library card.
Someone just told me that cinnamon rolls are ”overrated” and long story short it’s always painful when a friendship ends.
But they assured me that cats are "less needy."
It’s the perfect day to disappear into a quaint bookstore, never to be seen again.
If you don’t want to read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein together by lantern light in a lighthouse on the Irish coast during a full moon, then please don’t refer to yourself as “marriage material.”
Sometimes, self-care is reading books, eating pastries, and petting cats.
Standing up for what you believe in is important, noble, and necessary.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but nobody has the right to tell you that a bookshelf with a rolling ladder “won’t fix you.”
Yes waiter, I'll have a cup of tea, a scone, and if it's not too much trouble, perhaps some precedented times?
I really think life‘s struggles can be summed up by one simple sentiment:
So many books, so little time.
Sure, dinner and a film is fine, but can we please normalize bookstore dates, cemetery picnic dates, museum dates, library dates, and stargazing dates?
Thank you kindly, Dr. Chaloux. I truly appreciate that.
Surround yourself with the kind of people who consider The Princess Bride to be one of the greatest films of all-time.
At the moment, I'm regrettably not exploring a quaint bookstore on a cobblestone street in Vienna during a raging thunderstorm, so no, I'm afraid your email did not "find me well.”
At the end of the day, don’t we all just want a cottage in the Scottish Highlands, an Agatha Christie novel, an alluring snowstorm, a crackling fire, a kettle on the stove, and a basket of freshly-baked emotional support scones?
Remember, if someone asserts that your weekend plans of reading a good book, drinking multiple cups of tea, and indulging in a scandalous amount of cinnamon rolls “doesn’t sound exciting”, then your well-being is simply not important to them.
Just a regular reminder to please support your local theatre, café, bookstore, bakery, and library. We breathe life into these places when we support them.
Without us, they can't survive, and truthfully, without them, neither can we.
All I want is a cobblestone street in Prague, a dimly-lit quaint café, a rainy day, a vintage version of Bram Stoker's Dracula, and an endless supply of cappuccinos and croissants.
Just took a personality test and apparently I exhibit the traits of a quaint bookstore on a rainswept cobblestone side street in Edinburgh.
If you don’t want to read Agatha Christie together by candlelight whilst sharing tea and scones in a humble cottage in the Scottish Highlands during a raging snowstorm, then please don’t tell me you’re “open to trying new things.”
