Han (Korean): A collective feeling of oppression and isolation.
I will always be alone.
2 hours, 18 minutes ago
“I can’t believe you gobbled up all the cake again…. “
“Why don’t you give up, Ma? I will never lose weight, and nobody will marry me.” I swallowed back the tears that sprung up. 43 more words
5 hours, 54 minutes ago
“I don’t believe you.”
“Say that once again.”
“I don’t ….. “, a stinging slap hit my face, and brought tears trickling down. Soon, Dad was kissing my tears away, and shedding his own. 21 more words
6 hours, 3 minutes ago
Leela had been my companion on the morning walk for five years now. One couldn’t call us ‘besties’, but we shared a lot, and had learnt to respect differences of opinion. 74 more words
6 hours, 14 minutes ago
“What made you collect this junk? And why am I not allowed to dispose it off?” Nick sounded pretty exasperated.
“I cannot see broken hearts around the junkyard tomorrow.” 76 more words
6 hours, 28 minutes ago
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9 hours, 5 minutes ago
I Have Pretty Strong Convictions, I Guess
They watched the falcons fly out in wide circles from their nests in the underside of the remaining overpass. They had the park to themselves, having climbed over a tilted temporary fence around the construction site. 65 more words
9 hours, 22 minutes ago