Today, I finally admitted to my mother that I have an entire spotify playlist of Lindsey Buckingham's music.

I enjoyed Fantastic Four for the most part. The ending is pretty unsettling for me, and I can’t quite put to words as why. On the one hand, it’s a beautiful exploration of motherhood which I love celebrating. On the other… Sue’s entire identity was tied to her being a mother

Is there a word for that feeling "Come As You Are" by Nirvana produces in the gut? It's like a weird pain, almost. I get the same feeling in the fall. I think it's like an echo of childhood anxiety, a negative nostalgia, but it feels so specific.