Bruised and weary. Rope clings.
Its thin strings tickle my neck.
A perfect circle bends me.
Bristles whistled then,
Like I did,
Until they pushed me against the bricks… 678 more words
This weekend has been a particularly chilling one for myself as well as many of my friends and family. If you’re not familiar with what has happened this past weekend, thousands of protestors gathered in the Central District of Hong Kong (Occupy Central) to voice out their concerns regarding what’s left of democratic nature of Hong Kong. 236 more words
Many love to gossip, yet hate to be gossiped about.
I’ve had many experiences of being in social settings where someone will randomly mention something outrageous *named person* did and then everyone will competitively contribute something even more shocking about said person or someone else. 374 more words