“…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.
between all the senior week activities, between being an emotional wreck, between trying to do all the senior week activities while being an emotional wreck, and between getting only about half the sleep I need thanks to mechanical thunking from the basement shaking my room, time for tumblr is going to be rare and short, unfortunately.
I should be back at full speed in about a week, though.
In which I got terrible sleep and now feel like shit:
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i want to print this out and give this to my mother.
I want to show this to everyone who has ever said any of those things to me.
When something that is very small and which should be easy to shrug off becomes enormous and difficult due to its emotional contexts and connections such that it becomes impossible to figure out a way to actually talk about it or do anything about it without sounding petty and stupid.
Result: lost it and had to collect myself before seminar yesterday, pulled myself together so that I did not lose it during lunch, only to lose it several times during the second hour of my work shift this afternoon so that I had to constantly collect myself and be frustrated that Pandora kept playing sad songs at exactly the wrong moment.