I don’t care if it’s “not your type of blog”, I’m shocked and disappointed that my dash isn’t flooded with prayer and best wishes for all of those in Oklahoma.
You still have a home to sleep in tonight, and your life is not literally uprooted. Let’s have some decency here and let everyone effected know that all of America is rooting and praying for them to come out on top of this disaster.
I don’t think you guys understand. It was TWO STREETS AWAY! The 7-11 LITERALLY 250 yards from my house is flattened! There is nothing left! Though I don’t need anything personally, my community does. Please. If you have anything to spare, please send it. It will not go unappreciated.
Guys, my house did get flattened. Just… reblog. Sometimes, it just makes us feel better to know that someone cares.
My home is literally three streets away from where it all happened… how it managed to not be flattened is anything short of a miracle…
Our community is really suffering right now, its just… please guys…
I’m actually very disappointed in tumblr that this isn’t getting more attention. Tumblr seems like the perfect place to spread awareness about this and yet…nothing. People are suffering, they’ve lost their homes, they’ve lost loved ones, they’ve lost a whole community that was a childhood home to most of them.
And yet there’s this overwhelming feeling that tumblr just…either doesn’t care or wants to pretend it didn’t happen because it’s just so upsetting.
This is my girlfriend’s childhood home. She’s lived her all of her life. This town is a second home to me, and soon enough, I’ll call myself a resident of there for however long we decide to stay there.
I feel absolutely useless that all I can do is sit here and try to put something together. I should be doing something so much more for a place and for the people that are so dear to me.
She’s holding my heart in Oklahoma, and I’ll try to be there as soon as I possibly can.
This was my home. I spent 21 years of my life here. It’s where I learned to walk, learned to talk, learned to know love. It hurts to think that this site, that constantly tries to bring awareness to all sorts of hurt, worldwide, has, for the most part, decided this isn’t worth it’s time
It hurts a lot to think my childhood doesn’t matter.