oh my fucking god you guys
today in art 120, my intro to design class
our professor asked us to ‘draw a picture of a creature riding a bike’ to get to know us
and when he said creature I thought he meant like, monster, that kind of thing
and about a minute in I look around
and the three other people at my table have drawn an elephant, a squirrel, and another elephant, respectively
and I’ve drawn
A HUMAN CENTIPEDE RIDING A BICYCLE
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW
I remember the day when I came out as Hispanic.
Changed my life, for the better
after years of questioning i finally understood who i am; hispanic.
it was a hard decision, not knowing what would become of me. but i decided hispanic is what i was
Mom..Dad…I have to tell you something. I’m hispanic.
I didn’t get to come out on my own, my parents found the sombrero catalogs under my bed…
Once they caught me sneaking out to Taco Bells they knew.
