girl, bloody your hands on a cactus tree, wipe them on your dress and send it to me.
i saw this incredibly, depressing, powerful, wrenching film last night: "the silences of the palace", a tunisian film set in the 1950s in a harem. i feel so lucky to be who i am: a loud, violent, obnoxious, confident woman. i don't know what i would do if my power were taken away, if i didnt know that i could punch and kick and yell and scream and rip and rend and tear and bite and scratch and claw and twist and pull and run and sing and laugh and strip off my clothes, if my world were as small as a walled in compound. i am such a product of my environment. we all are.
on a lighter note, and by lighter i mean somewhere around cloud nine, i got a letter last night. in pen and ink on notebook paper with drawings in the margins. a really good letter. a really, really, really good letter. yeah. that was amazing.
on a lighter note, and by lighter i mean somewhere around cloud nine, i got a letter last night. in pen and ink on notebook paper with drawings in the margins. a really good letter. a really, really, really good letter. yeah. that was amazing.