“…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/Gender and Sexuality Studies minor, working at a nonprofit that gets young women ready for and interested in running for office/maybe soon 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.




"Those hands need these hands
and these hands need that skin and
that skin needs these lips." — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)



"I want very badly to tell him how I’m entranced by his mind and his body; to shut my eyes and go away on the good slow black tide of his kisses." — Sylvia Plath (via spookyteen)

(Source: eccedentesiast--x, via idratherbereading)



"I cannot express
just how unnecessary
clothing is right now." —

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

(via tylerknott)

(via tylerknott)