I thought I’d moved on to the “blind rage” stage here, but then between this post and your comment, I’m crying a fucking river again.

Bernie legitimized the right wing attacks to liberals and centrists.

“I did not deal with Valley Forge for this shitpile to run this country.”

God. Donald Trump doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as Obama, let alone speak directly to him. Seeing them side-by-side at the White House is almost unbearable.

Yes. Yesterday I was beyond functional. I literally canceled a work call because I just could not do it (the person it was with wrote back and said thank you). I work with mostly women, and we sat in our office and cried while watching her speech.

My disbelief has faded to numbness and anger. It’s tempered only by the messages I’ve been exchanging with friends and family, all positive and all in support of one another (I, thankfully, don’t talk to the conservative side of the family). I have very grateful to have surrounded myself with amazing people, because…

Today felt exactly like a funeral to me. I live in NYC, and it was completely, eerily silent everywhere I went - Brooklyn, the subway to work, Manhattan during lunch, back to Brooklyn. It’s like the city is in mourning.

Except that Trump will now be appointing SCOTUS Justices. That has implications for literally decades. We could lose Roe v. Wade here, before 2020 happens.

You know that feeling when you are walking down an empty street and it’s just a little too late at night, and you know you should have taken a cab instead of the subway but it’s bullshit that you have to pay for stuff like that just because you’re a woman. And then you notice a guy a few paces behind you and you think…

Also, friendly reminder, that this isn’t just a presidential election. Local NY politics are not as deep blue as the presidential race. So yes, you damn well should wait in line to vote. Use the time to read up on your ballot. And fuck anyone who says it doesn’t matter.

Ugh, I know what that exact phone call feels like. I’m sorry for your loss. The same happened to me a couple of months ago, and I voted in his honor today, as he was so excited to vote for Clinton.

I always feel for the train drivers. They see everything and it’s impossible for them to stop the train quickly. I know that in NYC, they don’t get a decent time off to recover, either.

Eh, honestly, it’s 99% totally fine and I generally feel pretty safe here. You just have to use common sense.

Yes, I avoid the Times Square Station as much as possible. Always a shit show.

Jesus, this, next to terrorism, is my biggest fear in NYC. I always stand far back from the yellow line when the train is coming in and try to stand near a pillar (because I think that I could grab onto it. I probably couldn’t. But. You know).

He probably did. He’s cool like that.

Living on a prayer is a pretty apt description of what these last few days will be like. TAKE MY HAND, WE’LL MAKE IT I SWEAR.

I’m voting for her in memory of my grandfather. Even when he wasn’t feeling well, he always put on a suit (because of course) and went to vote. He was so excited to vote for another Clinton, but didn’t make it long enough to do so.

Domino’s isn’t pizza in New York. It’s Domino’s, as in its own specific [drunk] food experience. The kind that you only order, because walking into an actual Domino’s store late at night is asking for trouble.

I think that she either sees what could potentially be a very powerful position for herself in the future and is willing to lie through her teeth to get there, or she has been groomed all her life to be the submissive wife a man like Donald wants, so she doesn’t full realize how incredibly wrong her words are.