“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: English major/Gender and Sexuality Studies minor, working at a nonprofit that gets young women ready for and interested in running for office/maybe soon applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.
I post and reblog: things I think are pretty, things that intrigue me, things I'm a fan of, and things I care about.
Common themes include: books, writing, movies, more books, cozy beds, breakfasts, Doctor Who, Sherlock, feminist issues, and occasional pieces of my life.
Song Of The Day
Released eighteen years ago yesterday, “Wannabe” is a undisputed pop classic.
Fleetwood Mac | ‘Dreams’
Folding Chair —Regina Spektor
"Come and open up your folding chair next to me. My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze."
MISSING ME IS A TYPE OF ANNOYANCE SO I LIKE I WON KBAI
Blue Swede - “Hooked on a Feeling”
Lips as sweet as candy
Its taste is on my mind
Girl, you got me thirsty
For another cup o’ wine
Fleetwood Mac - Little Lies
1977 Warner Brothers Records
The Five Stairsteps O-o-h Child
The Cranberries // Dreams
"and now i tell you openly, you have my heart so don’t hurt me, you’re what i couldn’t find."
Getting myself the You’ve Got Mail soundtrack for $0.01 plus shipping was such a great idea. I can’t tell you all how pleased I am with my life choices right now.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Be OK - Ingrid Michaelson
The Moldy Peaches → Anyone Else But You
Here is the church and here is the steeple,
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
This is my favourite
File under: one of my favorite things ever.
ain’t no mountain high enough // marvin gaye & tammi terrell
there ain’t no mountain high enough
ain’t no valley low enough
ain’t no river wide enough
to keep me from getting to you