im jealous of people who joined tumblr in more recent years. they get to blog blissfully unaware of all the horrors of olden tumblr. fandom vs hipster wars. “can you make that ask rebloggable”. forever alone memes. the solid year or so where benedict cumberbatch and tom hiddleston were considered the hottest guys ever. mishapacolypse. nightblogging. the absolute horror that was the homestuck fandom. it was a dark era. i think those who were not there to witness it personally should familiarize themselves with the commodities of these dark days, to ensure that they are never repeated. “history, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again” - maya angelou
I think I’m
not the only one feeling this weird trapped feeling today, feeling sick and
overwhelmed but unable to stop reading, reblogging. Trying to understand when
there is nothing to understand.
I live in
the middle of it. 19 people died in front of the bar I go drinking twice a
week, and my friend the barmaid was hidden behind the bar for two hours. One of
my best friend lives rue Bichat and heard the gunfire from his window. I know a
family trapped in stade de France. I should have been drinking in Republique at
8PM yesterday, where they started shooting.
Yeah I get
it. We are freaking out.
But please,
stop spreading only the bad stuff. Stop the pictures and videos of bodies in
the street, of yelling and blood. Stop talking about refugee’s hate, and
islamophobia.
Talk more
about the people that yelled in the street the number of the code to their flat
when victims where running everywhere to bring them to safety. The man that
opened the window of his flat to victims of the Bataclan stranded on the roof.
Talk about
the man that went back to help a stranger pregnant woman, and the kid that was
carried to safety by a total stranger worried he could be trampled by the
crowd.
Talk about
the social media, the hashtag #porteouverte to get people out of the street and
#voyageavecmoi to help people afraid to travel alone because of their
religion/skin color.
Talk about
the taxis that stayed in the street, bringing people home for free all night,
and the bus drivers that helped evacuate the Bataclan.
The people
crowding the blood centers, so much that Paris now has to send them back home.
The people
in their home, terrified and in shock, and only waiting for the possibility to
crowd the street and show them that we are afraid but not broken, and together.
There are
handfuls of people that will take out of this tragedy all the bad lessons, the
wrong evidences.
But please
don’t talk about them. Talk about the fraternity and the love of the scared,
scarred, ones in Paris. Because we are so many, and we won’t give up
