“…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, 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.

(My abroad blog can be found here.)

Wallpaper adapted from here.

"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air" —

excerpt from Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath (via pedazosdelaluna)

If I was a natural ginger I would SO get this tattooed on me.

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vashti:

Sylvia Plath reads “Lady Lazarus”

We read Ariel in Contemporary Women’s poetry, and the professor had us listen to this.  It was really interesting and (as usual), it was useful to hear how a poet reads their own work.

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