“…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.




"I just have to ask:
Where the flying fuck is spring?
LATE MARCH DC SNOW?!" —

winter-loving-but-tired-of-this-shit me

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idratherbereading:

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?

Yes! 
Gotta love my dorm. 

idratherbereading:

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?

Yes!

 

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.)

My twentieth birthday party last March.  (Or: the day that had a really awful bit later that night, sandwiched between really awesome bits.)