🚨 BREAKING: Chicago residents are now following ICE vehicles, honking horns and shouting warnings to alert immigrants before raids begin.
This is what community defense looks like — ordinary people refusing to stay silent while federal power targets the vulnerable.
I spend all day at work sending emails talking about “looking forward to chatting about…”
I’m lying, I’m only looking forward to lunch, 5pm on Friday, and my next vacation 🤷🏽♀️
i have tasted being the girl who cried over anything easily. i have tasted holding back my tears because crying felt like weakness. i highly recommend having crying sessions whenever your body needs to, so your energy can stay soft and flowing.
Everyone hypes up the “cut them off!” energy like it’s some empowering, cinematic moment —snip, snip, done. But what they don’t talk about is the grief that comes after. The quiet ache. The nights you catch yourself wanting to text them, just out of habit. The way certain songs, places, or inside jokes still hit like a punch to the gut.
Because you didn’t want to do it. You loved them. You wanted to hold onto them. But when it came down to choosing them or choosing yourself — you had to choose you. That’s where the pain sits.
It’s mourning someone who’s still alive. It’s standing firm in a decision that feels like loss, even when you know it’s the only way to find yourself again. And that? That takes strength.