Someone set up this place. Someone planned for this. Someone picked us for a reason.
“When almost all of your Facebook photos look like escort ads.”
“Tramp stamps…can you picture your 90-year-old self with a tramp stamp?””
Are you thinking about dressing up like an “Native American Princess” for Halloween this year? Or wearing blackface to be a “Zulu Warrior”? (I wish I was kidding) Or what about dressing like a “Mexican Mariachi player” or wearing a kimono to dress like a sexy “geisha”? Please don’t. These are not costumes. They are cultures and identities.
Not liking or consuming literally any Filipino media. Seriously, you don’t like ONE Filipino song or band?
“He has a big jacked-up truck that has all these extra mods on it to make it loud and gaudy-looking.”
“An individual who has an over-inflated sense of self worth, compounded by a low level of intelligence, behaving ridiculously in front of colleagues with no sense of how moronic he appears.”
I watched his eyes, they were almost rolled back with pleasure, the brown-grey almost darker, more mysterious. I bit my lip and he licked his in response, biting, then pulling my lip, bringing me closer to him.
I could taste a little blood where he broke the skin.
Asks if you’re on your period anytime you’re upset.