Why so angry, love?
While I am currently, at this moment, as I write this, taking a break from social media, that has not stopped me from doing what I adore outside of that realm, such as my bi-weekly hikes, reading, hanging with the family, binging all of the Marvels through the timeline ( temporarily ) and, as you can guess (if you really know me) going to the movies. I have the A-List for AMC -- why wouldn't I use it, you know? That being said, I just went to the movies to see It Ends with Us last night. It went perfectly with the bell hooks book I am currently reading and definitely touched home with some past experiences. I will link the trailer for the film below for anyone interested. It is based on a book that I have never heard of, so I went in without much knowledge or preconceptions. I have zero regrets about doing so. Between the book and the film, I am stuck with the question (a question that I truly circle back to many times in my life) -- why so angry, love? In particular, why are so
