Arguments such as this have been going on since the beginning of time. Whether they be about political, religious or literary staples, there seems to be a silent agreement to disagree. While I’m unqualified to weigh in on those centuries-old debates, I like to consider myself qualified to lead the charge in one decades-old argument.
They say the summer of ‘16 was one for the books. The weather was right, the vibes were immaculate. We had everything and nothing to live for at the same time. Riding through the night, feeling the wind on our faces made us forget the wars we were born into and the crippling anxiety around every corner. College looked fun, but the debt didn’t, so who the hell cares if you didn’t make it to 18? It’s not like there’ll be much beyond that. We were young, dumb and falling in and out of love, it didn’t matter with who.
Falling in love with the world is harder for some. In the words of Elizabeth Gilbert, “‘I’m going to get out of bed’ is sometimes the most heroic sentence of the day.” On the days I don’t want to get out of bed, I feel the world crashing around me. Expectations and guilt weigh on me heavier than my broken heart and nothing feels like it could take the stress off of my shoulders. Writing helps sometimes, but other forms of art tend to do the trick a little bit better.
With so many streaming platforms offering their own twist on this spooky season, it can get overwhelming deciding which scares are worth your time. Well, lucky for you, I’m a fan of horror movies and have quite the bit of time to waste during the self-isolation season. I’ve been a horror fanatic since my childhood, and while I’ve seen my fair share of good horror films, I’ve had my share of poor ones as well. So this season, I’ve decided to save you some time and show you the best and worst movies on Netflix to get your sinister fix.
Promise me that when I die, you’ll bury me somewhere nice. Promise me you’ll stop by each week, fill a vase with fresh flowers each time. Promise that you’ll care for my stone like it was your own, bring each broken promise you made and unload it on my soul. Promise that you’ll still talk to me as if I was standing in front of you, heart still beating, lungs still breathing. You’ll tell me all of your worst secrets, your inner demons, your lies, cheats and regrets.