My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.
This poem absolutely slaps, planning on getting a verse from it tattooed soon. Whitman was like an empathy savant, he was so fascinated and moved by the souls of other people that he felt like he was a literal extension or part of them
Empathy
We usually don't talk about having empathy with art, or art having an empathetic quality, but it's kind of one of the main functions of most art, being able to relate to or communicate an otherwise ineffable feeling or experience
Research shows that happy employees differ a lot from their unhappy colleagues.
I wonder if this applies universally to all fields and jobs, or just most.
“pumpkin spice hot take”
maybe this article is late to the game
after several failed cell-phone connections, we at last spoke on a land line.
A lot of irony in not being able to get a hold of each other while trying to talk about busyness.
the words she hears her mother use when she talks about her day with her friends.
Seems to be drawing a comparison between our friends who are so busy that sometimes they can feel imaginary, as if they don't even exist in our world