Let It Be Loved, Let Me Be Loved

[iphigenia]

All day with Rilo Kiley's "More Adventurous" running through my head and all day reading, reading, reading all kinds of technical jargon for film production and I longed for poetry and rediscovered Adrienne Rich's The Fact Of A Doorframe and tore through the poems savagely underlining and circling and being mesmerized.
Quotes to come, probably.

And a quick film review to come later too.

Right now, stress is coiling at the base of my spine and slithering around my neck and I don't know why, maybe not stress, maybe nervous energy but whatever I'm drinking Malibu again so it's slipping from my fingers, dripping off them like blooooood. What the fuck am I talking about?

I just like blood.
And Malibu.