“…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: feminism and more.
Is it here yet?
sandra juto on We Heart It.
Can my next two weeks be as lovely as this photo? No, of course not.
Baby, it’s cold outside (by pricklypearbloom)