I’ve been going though a grief cycle all day. Every few hours I’ll start to feel normal again, only to remember what has happened in the last 24 hours. At which point the bottom falls out and I sink in. This has happened so many times today I think I would rather just move in to the bottom of that hole in order to…

The way I felt the moment I woke up this morning --a brief, beautiful fuzziness before horrific realization and overwhelming, body-wracking grief— was exactly how I felt the morning after my little brother died. You are not alone <3

I snuggled my dog all night. Then this morning I realized I was jealous of her because she has no idea what’s going on.

Same here neighbor. I had to assure my kid everything will be ok which was VERY difficult. He goes to a very integrated public school and I told him to be extra kind to your classmates because there are some who’d probably be more sad/scared than him.

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.

People are calling Bush an honorable guy. What a difference a Trump victory makes.

Take care of yourself. Take a long shower, eat something you like, be kind to yourself. We all need to get to a better head space now.

They aren’t reachable. We have to take this one on the chin and let them fail themselves.

There were people today who straight up didn’t understand why I was so sad. I don’t even know if they were Trump supporters. They seemed like the election never happened and assumed I was sick or something.

same. politics has made me cry only cried one other time in my life (someone died). i didn’t even cry about brexit, and i live in the UK. i still burst into tears when someone puts the word “Trump” in the same sentence as “president”. it’s unbelievable and i keep expecting to wake up and i still haven’t.

I never thought election results could make me cry and feel like I’m at a funeral. That’s how I feel right now, as if someone dear to me has died.

“Speak ‘Murican!!!!!”

No, see Reagan loved the Contras, got money for the Contras, Contras are obviously good thing, si?

Never mind the fact that they were raised in New York. How can you live in NYC and not pick up a few words here and there in every language? My Mom is Puerto Rican from Brooklyn and lived for a while in Manhattan. Growing up in the NYC, she picked up enough Yiddish and Italian from her neighbors to curse with the best…

Oh Randilyn, you are so very kind to think they would know what “con” means in Spanish. I hope one day to be as optimistic and generous as you.

It’s all the Greek and Latin roots in the romance languages (and English, which steals from everything). Like, I don’t speak any French, but I can occasionally parse a sentence because I know the roots and I know some Spanish.

Except (and as someone with ZERO Spanish/Portuguese) even I could have guessed that contra meant “against” or “oppose” ie CONTRAindicated, CONTRAlateral, CONTRAception.

DAYUM.

It’s such a shame that Trump is the one who got The Old Post Office. It’s an incredibly beautiful old Richardsonian Romanesque building, and you can go up to the tower at the top and get a fantastic view of the city. When the Washington Monument was closed I think it was the best view possible downtown.

Aka -she never got molested by Donald.