“…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.
And we’d be happy?
Ecstatic. We wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else.
birthday boy Ben Whishaw reciting a poem by birthday boy e. e. cummings
“Why do we have to be married? or not married? Why can’t we do what the hell we like? Men can. They can sleep with woman without getting a name for themselves, they can have careers. Well, I am going to do exactly what I like and to hell with the rest of them.”
I may not always love you
But as long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I’ll make you so sure about it
God only knows what I’d be without you