“…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.
this is important
Love these charts
this is my favorite comment on a marching band video
All that is missing is a Z snap of fabulous ownage.
All by myself, don’t wanna be all by myself anymore…
Let’s take a moment to talk about this. I mean, because first off, “Tell cars not to hit kids.” Well, yeah, we do that all the fucking time, idiot. Ever seen signs like these?
We have classes and signs and laws about it, and people are constantly reminded. So your argument only works if we put up signs everywhere reminding assholes not to rape. But you’d rather talk about how rape victims have it coming to them.
But the dumbest part of this crap? Roads exist for cars to drive on. Children need to be careful to cross the street because they’re entering into an environment that exists specifically for something that is dangerous to them. The only way this shit is a valid comparison is if you think that bars, parties, and the world in general exists specifically for men to have sex with women. And I gotta break it to the guys who support this stupidity- your dicks are not that important. So knock off this bullshit and stop excusing rapists.
When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.
Fleetwood Mac - Gold Dust Woman
This is one of my fave parts. I think its so cute how West just tucks his feet under.
OMFG SOMEONE FINALLY POINTED THAT OUT I SWEAR MY HEART SHRIVELED UP AND DIED WHEN I SAW HOW HE JUST SORTA GOT INTO A TINY BALL HELP ME
you were really cute until that offensive joke spewed out of your mouth: a guide to how to not be my future lover by me.
Real life “Rosie the Riveter” - Tennessee, 1943.
GLORIFY THE SHIT OUT OF THIS IMAGE
Painting a more accurate version of history, one reblog at a time.
When I posted this archival image of a “real life Rosie the Riveter” one year ago, I had no idea it would resonate with so many people. 19K and counting.
This is me on a daily basis