I had a different post planned for this week, but how can I write about anything after Orlando?

There are no words. And yet too many. Confusion and anger. But I don’t want to throw hateful words back at hateful acts.

I agree with Lin:

And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.

But I cannot rap sonnets like him, so instead here’s art that has been crying out to me for the past two days — please, remember me, share me, hold me in the light, for some art reminds us to choose love over death. Choose love over anger. Love over hate.