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I’m so used to them being racist that I can’t even bother arguing with them anymore. It’s like commanding the wind to alter direction.
Especially when they end things with their just-joking defense.
Mom-n-Dad are like this big ice wall of ignorance, and I’m just a lone soldier with a sword. I just kind of give up.
People can code switch to confuse others, express dominance or submission, or disguise themselves.
You wonder if you’re actually talking to someone or just sitting in on an inner monologue that happens to be spoken aloud. In these moments I do a mental shrug, stop talking, and just try to let the jeong do its thing.
She’s a book I just started reading, and I need to know where the story goes.
“The way he explains it, the sparkles are caused by tiny dinoflagellates that glow as a defensive response when they get tossed around. So their beauty isn’t what it seems, because really they’re undergoing trauma.”
almost as weird as my habit of eating Nachitos with chopsticks to keep my fingertips from turning fiery orange.
People who let themselves learn new things are the best kind of people.
“The older I get,” says Brit, “the more my tolerance for dumb bullshit gets paper-thin.”
if Brit’s tolerance for bullshit is paper-thin, mine is mantle-thick. Because unlike her, my parents’ bullshit is a core part of my life.
love is a belief mutually held. As soon as that belief fades on either end, then poof, the whole thing falls face-flat like a tug-of-war suddenly gone one-sided.
