“It would have been funny if I had been an observer and not a participant, an idea that gave me a disconcerting insight into gossip. As I walked beside the silent Tamara, I realized that despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.”
“Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.”
“I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.”
“In my neighborhood, gossip is a competitive sport that’s been raised to Olympic standard, and I never diss gossip; I revere it with all my heart.”
“I wish I had a someone who would observe me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.”
“I was just thinking about how high school gossip travels fast. I guess my life has been reduced to either a text or a tweet.”