“…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: College class of 2012 (English major, Gender and Sexuality Studies minor), looking for work/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.
Wallpaper adapted from here.
The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins.
It’s just the two of us against the the rest of the world.
- You had a row… with a book?
- Yes, John, you heard me.
can I just
Guys it got better.
God, did it get better.
sherlockian need a lesson on what “better” means
What’s that on the ground next to Sherlock??
OH RIGHT. IT’S MY HEART. SHATTERED INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES. Thanks for finding it for me.
Thanks for making me cry!
Holy crap, this is amazing.
where have i seen this already
Both sets of gifs are fucking adorable.
Louise Brealey talking about Benedict Cumberbatch.