I hit my elbow/funny bone so hard that it bled, and I now have an ice pack tied to my elbow with a tea towel. I think God is punishing me for watching Britney Spears film clips for hours instead of being a good student.
I really want to talk about how fantastic I thought Spring Breakers was but I don’t feel like I have an avenue to do so. I want to talk about how brilliantly shot it was—the first half an extended Coca-Cola advert dropping into a terrifyingly intense second half upon the introduction of James…
Actually all my feelings perfectly summarised like 3-4 months after I saw the film.
Bon Iver stayed with a friend for a night to help him out with some trouble. I took the time to tidy Bon Iver’s drawers and left a sweet-smelling bar of lemon soap in with his shirts.
That night, I played records loud and drank a bottle of wine, just because I could; I popped corn and ate it in bed, my head swimming between the pages of a delicious historical fiction.
At midnight I woke to a sound, and felt popcorn on the pillow, I sat up straight and listened…
…but it was just Bon Iver, who’d driven 40 miles at night because he didn’t want to sleep without me. He curled into his spot between me and the cat, he pressed his nose into my neck and sweetly cursed me for being so comforting and warm.