“so i return to my body.. from the other plane of existence.. in which i scream”
DEAD
“Story time.
I have this one white friend.
And – [mocking] I have this one white friend, I’m not racist. And like – where was I even going with this? [laughs] She’s not even my friend, she’s just someone I know. Okay, whatever, ‘kay, so this one white person that I know – [under breath] (I know a lot, my entire town is white.) Anyway, um, one day, she comes up to me, and she’s like,
“Jenny, what are you?” and, you know, that’s like white person talk for like, [sarcastic mocking] “what FUCKING country do you come from? Like obviously you’re not from here.” And I’m like, “um, I’m Chinese.”
And she’s like “What? You’re Chinese?”
And I’m like, “Yeah, I don’t know why that’s so much of a surprise.”
And she’s like “Well, I thought you said you were Asian.”
And – [deep breath] [pause] there was a moment, a good minute and a half, where I left my body and ascended onto another plane, and I screamed into the abyss of that plane [pause] because she did not know that Asian and Chinese are… I, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t even… you know, whatever.
So, return to my body, from the [pause] other plane of existence in which I scream. A lot. And I tell her: “You know, China, China, you see, the country that I’m from, is a part of Asia.”
And she’s like, “Where’s Asia?”
[whispers] She asked me. Where Asia is.
And I say, “Well, Asia consists of, you know..” and I list the different Asian countries and she’s like “Whaat?”
And I’m like [sarcastically] it’s, it’s this thing, you know, that you learn about in like third grade geography. It’s a continent! And she’s like “A continent?”
And I’m like “Yes.”
And she goes, “so it’s not a country?”
I’m like, “No.”
And she’s like “What’s the difference?”
And I’m like [deep breath] “America, you see, has like North, Central, South, so like, take somewhere from Canada; they are North American but they’re also Canadian…”
And she’s like “I don’t understand.”
And I’m like “It’s okay, just know that I am both Asian AND Chinese” and you know what, she is still confused to this day, and I [pause] am still on the other plane of existence, screaming, as I tell this story to you. So you can come join me, on the separate plane of existence.”
I WILL ALWAYS REBLOG THIS SHIT BECAUSE IT IS TOO REAL, TOO TRUE.
I’m actually crying
The air I breathe, the fanta I drink, everything tastes like spoiled milk and I fucking hate this.
Thanks Bean-Boozled jelly beans. I hate you more than I hate that one person. You know the one.
at page 11, I already forgot Wallis name and had to look it up. he seems nice though. I choked when candy cane guy said his home was the cardboard box XD.
Page 16, jeezus ficking christ what the fuck is they yellow candy thing on his head
page 21, I’m suspicious of that contract and I’m having second thoughts on Wallis now =3=.
I never post ANYTHING on this blog that would be considered explicit material. Distasteful maybe, raunchy yea. But never truly explicit. E V E R. And I know Byu is even more careful than I am about it so there’s an extra security blanket on that.
Tumblr needs to fix their shit tbh.
ALSO HOW DAMN FAR DOWN ARE YOU LMAO I CANT FIND THE POST
The one between the Bowser one and Patched’s ask
This just in: Tumblr has deemed @byutak’s art raffle to be EXPLICIT.
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