Frankly in Love

by David Yoon

Everyone talks different with parents. Even if it’s the same language.

“That’s a lot of texting,” I say. “Oh, I know: we should make a shared calendar.”

Let me tell you something. I live to make people laugh. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers, doesn’t matter. I just have to. If you for some reason don’t know how to make someone laugh, then learn. Study that shit like it’s the SAT. If you are so unfortunate as to have no one in your life who can make you laugh, drop everything and find someone. Cross the desert if you must.

Because laughter isn’t just about the funny. Laughter is the music of the deep cosmos connecting all human beings that says all the things mere words cannot.

She’s a book I just started reading, and I need to know where the story goes.

White people can describe themselves with just American. Only when pressed do they go into their ethnic heritage. Doesn’t seem fair that I have to forever explain my origin story with that silent hyphen, whereas white people don’t.

“Kinda wishing I could be white right now. Without the actually being white part.”

so true bestie so true