“…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.
The Old Town, Edinburgh, Scotland
Edinburgh Castle on Flickr.
If you walked backwards (in the direction that points out of this photo) for about 20-30 minutes, you’d hit the intersection I lived right by during my semester abroad in Edinburgh.
I remember Giulia and I crossing that bridge through ridiculous wind to get to a party at a club.
I’d really love to be able to go back there in the not too distant future…
Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh
Edinburgh, Scotland » by Sarah Kotlova
Calton Hill at night » by Luca Mannoni