Lili Saintcrow @lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com

I know there’s a shit-tonne of work to do. I’m aware the fight isn’t nearly over. But I just… I need a minute, okay? I just need a single breath.

Walked to the grocer’s, returned, now I get to take a shower and an edible and sit in my feelings for the rest of the day.

There’s… a lot of feelings.

No matter the relief, no matter the tears, the dogs must still be walked, the children hugged and comforted. My heart is full and pained at once.

Happy New Year.

It was not until the poetry that I began to breathe again.

Thank you.

The poet is Amanda Gorman, and she is AMAZING.

Poetry makes the fine hairs stand up, and this lady is serving it beautifully. I have chills.

Now it’s time for the poet.

...gods damn it, I have never cried at Garth Brooks but now I am.

Gonna be crying at odd moments today, just warning you now.

Still not gonna have any unity with fascists though. No matter what.

So much lost. So many lost. So much waste. We made it. Not all of us, but we made it. May we honor those who did not, finally mourn, and make sure that hateful bullshit never, ever happens again.

Ugly-crying at the end of a nightmare

I’m sobbing as I attempt to type this. The relief is overwhelming.

Okay. Here we go.

I’m on tenterhooks. Please just get them both sworn in so we can all sing with relief.

...I do always have time for JLo, though.

KAMALA. It’s official, I’m crying.