Same. The last part (I didn’t see Wicked). The hope and excitement was intoxicating while it lasted.
Reposted from Lindsay Booker
I saw Wicked today. It was so beautiful and amazing and I sobbed when it was over. But it wasn’t the actual movie that made me cry, it was the small group of Black women in the theater cheering at the end.

I miss Kamala and my dad, Tim Walz. But mostly I miss the person I was three weeks ago.

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