There ought to be a word for when bad news comes, just as you knew it would, and you thought you were prepared, but it still takes the wind out of you — for watching the smoke-curls of hope you didn't know you had spread out into nothing, and searching for a word to describe it.
A reminder: #RuthBaderGinsburg was Jewish. She died on Rosh Hashanah, a High Holy Day.
Please do not disrespect her memory or her legacy or her faith by talking about her being in heaven.
"May her memory be a blessing" is the traditional phrase.
Today’s mood: Listening to Towards the Sun from “Home” on repeat while reading enemies-to-lovers DuckTales fan fiction.
Definitely sounds like a Wednesday.
Took a dive into drag makeup, not just masculine makeup, last night as General Hux.
There’s definitely so much to improve but I really like this look especially considering how inexperienced I am.
And yes, I went in knowing the wig and eyeshadow would clash.
Sandra Bland died 5 years ago today
A reminder that #SayHerName was created that same year to challenge the notion that victims of police brutality & anti-Black violence are predominantly men and to highlight the gender-specific ways Black women are disproportionately affected
You only have so many fucks to give. When you're younger, you might give so many, bc your expectation of the world might be really high...once you get out there, you realize the real world is full of energy-suckers. Your peace becomes priority. Fucks are saved. Rightfully so.
I’ve been seeing a lot about “anti-racism burnout” lately... which... is a conversation I’m too angry & sad to have.
But I’ve ALSO seen a lot of “fixed comfort” floating around. I’d encourage you all to look at the language you’re using to talk about the world today. We see you.
All lives don’t get hung from trees in 2020, and have it ruled a suicide. Think about that next time you want to spew “All Lives Matter” from your mouth.