Elizabeth Tsung
Elizabeth is a NYC writer and tabby cat collector. You can find her on twitter @elizabethtsung.
Articles by
Elizabeth Tsung
25 Quotes From Inspirational Women On The Power Of Female Friendship
“My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.”
This Is How I Remember You
I remember every little thing about us.
This Is How You Fall Out Of Love
Cherish the way they look into your eyes, like they’re feeling everything you’re feeling at that minute. Cherish how they understand your shell is withering, ever so slowly, because of them.
6 Brutal Female Murderers In The US You Never Knew About Until Now
The history of mass murderers and serial killers show they are more of a male phenomenon; however, women commit 10 to 13 percent of homicides in the US.
The Day I Lost My Father
I knew even though he was with me,
he still wasn’t all there
A Poem For Those Who Escape Through The Moon
He showed me the world
8 Completely Ridiculous Superstitions Only Chinese Kids Will Understand
If we give a friend a watch or any device that has time on it, we are insinuating an early death for them. It’s only a matter of time before they are no longer with us; thus, it is deeply frowned upon to buy timepieces as gifts.
17 Things To Do If You Feel Like Relapsing
Feel your muscles lengthening from your fingertips down to your shoulders. Bend your knees and straighten them. Carefully move your body into slow and gentle stretches, knowing you are honoring your body by making it feel good.
10 Reasons To Seriously Consider Adopting An Older Cat
Just like humans, cats go through multiple phases of temperaments as they grow older, but when they reach 10 years they are considered seniors. Aging cats display more signs of obedience and affection, and are great for new owners.
LSD Taught Me The Meaning Of Life
LSD is a man-made drug, you will probably never have the same experience again. It’s what makes the drug amazing, albeit dangerous. I looked down and just saw droopy, brown ink. It danced sporadically up and down my forearm. Goofy smiling faces snickered up at me, and I told them to shut up.