“…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.
He’s so passionate about his whistling.
Hamlet: the slashfic version. (via valeria2067)
this dudebro in my english class said that ophelia deserved to die because “she led hamlet on” and my teacher threw her book against the wall
Danish sex weasel.
honey, you should see me in a crown.
Hanging out in my dorm’s basement, baking two regular loaves of bread and one cinnamon swirl and cranberry loaf using this basic recipe, watching Tennant’s Hamlet with a friend, and wearing a Watson-esque sweater that I got from my hall’s free pile that still vaguely smells of men’s hygiene products but whatever because I kind of love it.
Just having a lovely afternoon, is all.
Hamlet, this time longer and in color.
You have my attention sir.
I’m in the most irrational bad mood ever.
It actually doesn’t make any sense.
Ohio state Senator Kris Jordan (R), to a deputy after his wife called 911 to request assistance because Jordan was pushing her around, drunk, for what she said was one of “numerous times” over the last two years. Last week, the city prosecutor announced he won’t file charges. (Mother Jones)
I can’t even.