*This has taken me a month to write, due to recent anxiety about COVID-19, and completely giving up on sharing an opinion that may not be necessary in these current times. However, I still want to share how I feel about All The Bright Places, because up until watching the premiere of the Netflix film, I believed this story was for me.
I’m spiraling, and it’s not a fun feeling.
Yesterday marked the first day of Black History Month, and this year (more than ever) black voices need to be elevated.
There is no doubt that this year’s Grammys was profound.
It’s the night of your Circles release, and I’m emotional.
Today, I watched Five Feet Apart, and acknowledge how incredibly I am to seeing this movie. Although, I’m usually a connoisseur of the sad, cliche, chronic illness film. The Fault in Our Stars is my go-to movie, and I’ve probably watched it close to one hundred times since its first release in 2014. Then Came You, another cancer film that wasn’t so mushy, was so noteworthy that I wrote an article about it here. Now is Good was a masterpiece for a film, equipped with the stereotypical tan guy with fantastic hair, and the heart-wrenching talent of Dakota Fanning.