Hiraeth-hours - UNDER CONSTRUCTION

when I was like 15, a drunk woman I didn’t know at a party who was smoking a cigarette on the porch started randomly opening up to me about her infertility journey and I told her how I was my parents rainbow baby after multiple miscarriages and fertility treatments said not to lose hope. she comforted me about being a strange kid without many friends my age (hence why I was at a party full of adults thrown by my uncle) and told me everything would work out eventually. the next time I saw her like 2 years later (small town, mutual friends) she was carrying her newborn. I think about that a lot. it’s easy to feel disconnected from people and but sometimes just talking to them and hearing their point of view and relating makes you feel less alone. even if you’re only each other’s company for a few moments.

i am freezing someone please cuddle me or set me on fire either is fine

Another young black woman dead. Drive by shooting. I fucking hate this world.

I hope yall find someone who never gets enough of you.

attached are also numbers for worldwide suicide hotlines. please reach out for help if you’re feeling hopeless.

Respect to Portland:

This is all from yesterday evening (7/18/20). Don’t let anyone think the BLM protests have died down or aren’t well-attended anymore. Thousands of people are still gathering on the streets in many cities to demand abolition of the police and accountability for victims of state-sanctioned murders.