I cannot wait to walk down the aisle

The running list of things that I miss about my life pre-quarantine is incredibly long. It includes the raw cookies from my school cafeteria, being in large crowds of people and eavesdropping on their conversations and, the movie theater. God, do I miss the movie theater. I miss freaking out over pre ordering tickets hours before the show, I miss bleeding out $20 bills at the concession stand, I miss talking too loudly during the movie and the chipper conversation that always happens after it. I can't wait to walk down my theater's aisle again. It was this longing feeling that lead me to create a 34 second itty-bitty edit of all of my favorite movies. E-N-J-O-Y !

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My Lifelong Affair with Corinne Bailey Rae

Corinne Bailey Rae has existed in my universe for as long as I can remember. My parents were music snobs back in the day and only allowed me and my sisters to listen to what they listened to in a (successful) attempt to make sure that we all picked up their taste. Growing up I heard a lot of Prince, a lot of Sade, a lot of Billie Holiday, and a lot of Stevie Wonder. And while all of those artists have a special place in my heart none of them have stuck with me the way that Corinne Bailey Rae has. Corinne Bailey Rae's self-titled debut album came out in 2006 when I was 2 years old. My family was still a family of four, we hadn't moved to the suburbs yet, and my father still had all of his hair. Things were different. I don't what hearing CBR's music for the first time felt like (re: two years old) but I do know that I heard it all of the time. It played during road trips down to Mississippi, while my mom cooked dinner, while me and my older sister slept. That a...

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Blair and the Big Blue World

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