“…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.
Took this on campus today. There’s so much beauty to be found on a well-tended college campus in full bloom, isn’t there?
Gotta love my dorm.
My twentieth birthday party last March. (Or: the day that had a really awful bit later that night, sandwiched between really awesome bits.)
I had my hair cut fairly short later that day.