I was cringing at the gate at a happy sporty tall blond highschooler. Wanted to shove her and her carefree privilege out of my face, like a good Daria. Turns out her seat was right next to mine but as soon as i wrapped my scarf around my face to block her out magically she disappeared - poof! changed seats with friends and they were out of my row. had it all to myself. problem solved. moral of the story is to be blatantly scary.

i'm wearing perfume and lipstick to bed, because fuck you, that's why.

sometimes privilege is a disability.

simple kind hardworking cowardly minion.

Another good coward.

All this emotional congestion is going to catch up w me later.

mumbly white person: no subtitles. well spoken brown person: subtitles.

do you think indians would have gotten to mars if they were still under british colonial rule? when you're treated as inferior and less than human and deprived of livelihood and dignity, you don't really have the control over your own affairs and peace of mind to focus on innovation and dreams. you're too busy being psychologically destroyed and staying human.

i have no interest in learning trivia

just when america is getting all intersectional it's simultaneously slipping further into stupid

i hate interviews bc that means i have to smile and that hurts my face.

for water to defeat rock it takes a long fuckin time.

sweep it under the rug because everything's perfect.

comedy for me is the lazy way out in writing.

women get burnt at the stake because men lack emotional intelligence.

My parents are afraid of things they don't know. And they don't know a lot.

Some assholes are the reason you have to become karma.

The decline to stupid doesn't happen overnight.

I feel cold. On the inside. In my bones.

Pansy-ass noncommittal flakedom