RIP Anonymous Iraqi children, women, men. I’m sorry we, as bystanders, are not able to know your names and stories. I’m thinking of yous here in the western world. I cannot imagine living in a place where this is a real, constant fear. RIP.
Adranon
adranon
On the outside, I’m all spreadsheets and enthusiasm, but on the inside, most of my adult life I’ve felt a swirl of…
He’s going to need a bigger shovel for that hole he’s digging himself.
I love how “international” means “white lead”