That I’ve been consumed with lust for…well, no one in particular, no one even in my general vicinity, just…consumed, for the better part of like, two weeks. I am just…ugh. Just craving physical contact. Not even sex, just…touches, and snuggling, and someone behind me, an arm wrapped around my stomach while I sleep. Someone waking me up besides the alarm or the stupid cats (don’t get me wrong I love the cats) and people keep telling me over and over and over “the harder you look, the longer it takes to find someone.” but what do you do when you see love everywhere? Every second of every day and you love the thought of it? Of falling in love with the person who held the door open for you, or the one who you had that really awkward moment with when you tried to avoid walking into each other but stepped the same way anyways? Wouldn’t that be an adorable story? Not an incredible one, but still pretty cute. In one of America’s top college party towns, I just want to love.
and we’re watching this edition of the film along with reading the play. And it’s good because we get to see it acted out and it helps to understand the context better, and it’s also HILARIOUS because Keanu Reeves is just ABSOLUTELY ridiculous as Don John because he’s always got this SRS BSNS face on. And of course, Kenneth Branagh as Benedick is just downright hilarity. I didn’t recognize him at first and I never do but as soon as I did I was like “Gilderoy!” and it’s even more interesting because he and Emma Thompson were married.
And the word is “minx.”
Reblogging myself because this is just as relevant tonight as it was last night. Especially since I’m naked at the moment.
And the word is “minx.”