this is fantastic now children in Puerto Rico wont be able to receive the education they deserve thanks to their messed up government
Its even worse than that. I’m living through it. Not only are schools closing, hospitals are collapsing. Only around 9% of the island has electricity and it comes and goes at times.
People are dying in hospitals because of lack of diesel for the generators, a lot of the water is now infected, there are disease outbreaks and scareceness of food. I am safe, but many are not.
Some have water, others don’t. We need help. Sending money would be helpful but what would help even more would be sending water filters, filtering water bottles, food, medicine, if somehow possible diesel.
All of you reblogging this news helps, but what we need is physical help. If you can’t, then spread the word, but God if you can send supplies… Please… PLEASE do. We are dying. Help us, help us save ourselves. Help us save our people. Help us save out ISLAND.
If you’re not in a position to ship or transport useful items to the island (which is sure as heck the case for me in New Zealand) then the best thing you can do is give money to a reputable relief organisation operating in the area.
We were meant to be gods
We were meant to own the sky
shake the Earth with our breath
carry oceans in our tears
conquer kingdoms with a single shot
We were meant to soar above even the brightest stars
But they plucked the ambrosia from my lips
and they sucked the divinity from your name
and they cast us out like original sin out of Eden
and they left us here
bare-handed
in socked feet
with wounded hearts and mortal sins
and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to our hair
So I sank down to hell
made playmates with the fallen devils
learned how to stay warm by the heat of hellfire
So you leapt into the sky
made warmates with the fallen stars
learned how to fly by the trail of a dying comet
So you resurrected me with your poisoned lips
and I breathed your name back to life
and we built ourselves up from the depth of this cursed land
brick by brick
bone by bone
breath by breath
sin by ghostly sin
And one day, my love,
we will reach up into the heavens
and bring down their castle in the clouds
and leave them as they left us:
bare-handed
in socked feet
with wounded hearts and immortal sins
and the last enchanted dewdrop still clinging to their hair
One day, my love,
we will be
what d e s t r o y e d the gods.
hell is just a meeting room for the forgotten and the abandoned ( j.p. ) (via pencap)