“…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.

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libraryland:

“The Lady of Shalott” by John William Waterhouse, 1888

I have a small poster of this that I use for my room at school every year.
Not gonna lie, I mostly have it because of this.

libraryland:

“The Lady of Shalott” by John William Waterhouse, 1888

I have a small poster of this that I use for my room at school every year.

Not gonna lie, I mostly have it because of this.

(via idratherbereading)