I could see for miles, miles, miles
My name is Emri.
I've lived in Omaha all my life. I love Conor Oberst, Justin Vernon, Animal Collective, winter, Harold and Maude, spontaneity, kisses, socks, and nighttime. If you like any of these things, I'll let you hold my hand, and talk to me over a cup of joe and a smoke. I also have a letter-writing project, if you are interested in exchanging letters you can contact me on here or e-mail me at Hamilton.firstname.lastname@example.org Instagram: emrihamilton
Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth’s treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal… To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.
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