I don’t even remember the last time this happened.
I’m typing a poem and I cannot stop, I’m crying and watching this clip over and over. (Thankyou Jorja Kelly for sharing it on your blog). Such intense physicality affects me in a weird way.
I’ve got a throw-away sentence in my head, and it means so much to me, it’s been torturing me since I heard it. It’s beautiful.
I’m in the clutches of the Muse, and there is nowhere I’d rather be. Truly.
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