Author: hidd3nsyst3m

There was a shooting this morning at a high school in my district.

melliejellie:

I’m a teacher. Have been for a while. Will be for a long while more, I bet. 

I cannot mentally process any more shootings at schools. I can’t. We should all feel safe enough to attend religious services, go to a movie, and go to school without fear. 

We all deserve better.

Our communities deserve better.

Our kids deserve better.

I don’t know what to do with these feelings… ever, so I just call my Rep (she’s sticking up for the right people), my Senators (they seem to think doughy white men like them need the protecting not… you know… everyone else), and I keep going to work with the next generation and try to make a difference. Everyday I try to teach kids that I love them no matter what and then try to teach them to love themselves unconditionally, too.

So, I angry cry in my car. I call. I try to make my voice heard. Then I keep going.

There’s so much goodness out there. We just have to keep going.

Vote.

Call.

Keep doing all the good you can.

flowerais:

the sad thing is, everyone thinks they’re so forgettable, or they don’t mean anything to anyone. but you don’t see your high school friend, smiling to themselves, when they think about your quirks or how dramatic you used to be whenever you got a crush. you don’t see the person who saw you around a lot but was always too shy to talk to you. you don’t remember the person you helped, and maybe you didn’t do much for them, but you didn’t know that they were having a shitty month and you sparked their first real smile in weeks. you don’t see the person that secretly loved you too, who never forgot the soft words that you said, or the way you smiled whenever you saw them, or how you reminded them of sunshine and flowers; and how the thought of you pops into their mind more than you will ever know and in the randomest of places. you will never know that a soft song or strawberries or a sunset will remind someone of you. they will go to the beach and think of you for some reason, until they remember that the last time they saw a color as beautiful and as profound as the ocean was when they looked in your eyes. no one knows their impact on people, or their worth. no one thinks they will be missed when they leave, but they don’t know that once you go into someone’s life, even for a fleeting moment, you stay forever, and you take up a soft place that no one else could ever replace.