Home is where you have the freedom to display your dried roses in a ceramic heart 🖤🌹🖤

There is no antonym for ‘nostalgia’ so this poem must suffice

I grew up believing I would never see the widespread level of inhumanity my grandparents’ generation had seen. I never really understood how fascism had taken hold. I still don’t and yet I’m now watching it happen
#howisthishappeningagain #fascistmusk #whatthefuck

Felt like a good time to re-post this #internationalwomensday

My favourite so far…