People are dying every day, that is a fact.
But not all of them are from cancer, AIDS, or heart diseases.
Some of them are dying simply because no one ever asked them how they are doing. 998 more words
I know how hard it is to sleep at night with the ghosts of insecurity and loneliness haunting on your ceiling.
I know it is difficult to get up in the morning, thinking how dreadful it is to spend another day to live your sorry life. 854 more words
A burst of microaggressions shattered what would regularly be an uneventful night at the Masquerade Bar in Capitol Hill last Friday, and ended in what Monterey Sheriff Adam Brody is calling “a miracle.” 521 more words
“And you’ve already lost all side mobility in that ankle. That’s gone.”
WELL FUCK. Yeah. The first time I heard those words, I am not ashamed to say I panicked. 1,210 more words
I am at the dentist’s office. The usual posters of happy teeth with little arms clutching toothbrushes and the how to floss charts are missing. Instead, there’s a wilting potted plant next to a fake potted plant with outrageously purpe leaves at the corner of the white room. 1,253 more words
Working at a metaphysical store means I get to answer a lot of different kinds of phone calls. Recently I answered a call from a teenaged girl, no older than 16, who was wondering about Ouija boards and “games” that she and her friends had found on the website Creepypasta↟. 1,348 more words
I'm fascinated by this kind of thing, but definitely not ignorant enough to mess with it. An interesting read.