There is a huge mess in my city right now (Córdoba, Argentina). The cops are on a strike and all the criminals are running like mad robbing and destroying everything. Nobody is sleeping, we are scared as fuck. We can hear people screaming and being shot.
Everyone in Córdoba, take care. The situation is serious. Pray for us no matter what kind of beliefs you have.
This is one of the most awful things. My home town is in great danger, my family and most ppl I know, and here I am in the first world making 10€ an hour (which is a fortune there ) for sitting around. I wonder how people in the first world live without this crippling guilt i feel right now..
“If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.”—Jamie Tworkowski (via skeletales)