"I lost my husband on a Monday afternoon of April 1994, killed by a group of people that were our neighbors. I started running with my two children towards the West of the country. At each checkpoint, I was raped by soldiers. Now, I live with HIV and must raise my kids alone.” — Martha
Image by Tomaso Clavarino. Rwanda, 2014.
Forthcoming Pulitzer Center-sponsored project “We Are the Past.”
i feel like everybody should try the chicken because i thought the chicken was lovely
sometimes i get too enthusiastic with the bubble bath stuff and then the bathtub ends up being like 1/4 water and 3/4 bubbles and i’m just left to stare at it like. why did i trust myself with this. why was i given this much power. how could i ever be trusted with this much power