diasporicdecay:

pocketostars:

ancientrelic:

humansofnewyork:

“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”

People forget, when immigrants come to this country they start from scratch. They could have been lawyers in their home country, but in the US..it means nothing. You think a HS diploma from Bangladesh means anything in this country? My mom was a top student in the country, went to all the best school and got the best of everything…but when she got here it meant squat and she was cleaning other people’s homes and scrubbing their toilets. This is why I get pissed of when people talk smack about immigrants. They at least are doing something…..heading for a goal..making sacrifices…what are you doing with your life? 

^ My parents were college-educated teachers in their home country and came to the U.S. with nothing but empty pockets, a dash of hope, and a belief in God. They also scrubbed toilets in people’s homes to make enough to provide for their children, and that’s probably not something a lot of educated professionals would be able to do. I know I wouldn’t be able to do it. Pride would get in the way.

THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT.

diasporicdecay:

pocketostars:

ancientrelic:

humansofnewyork:

“After this I go to work at a pizza shop. My wife and I were college professors in Bangladesh. I taught accounting. But one dollar in America becomes eighty dollars when we send it back home.”

People forget, when immigrants come to this country they start from scratch. They could have been lawyers in their home country, but in the US..it means nothing. You think a HS diploma from Bangladesh means anything in this country? My mom was a top student in the country, went to all the best school and got the best of everything…but when she got here it meant squat and she was cleaning other people’s homes and scrubbing their toilets. This is why I get pissed of when people talk smack about immigrants. They at least are doing something…..heading for a goal..making sacrifices…what are you doing with your life? 

^ My parents were college-educated teachers in their home country and came to the U.S. with nothing but empty pockets, a dash of hope, and a belief in God. They also scrubbed toilets in people’s homes to make enough to provide for their children, and that’s probably not something a lot of educated professionals would be able to do. I know I wouldn’t be able to do it. Pride would get in the way.

THIS IS TOO IMPORTANT.

Reblogged from RowanHenry
You shouldn’t just walk away from a place because you don’t like it. Everybody thinks their town is shitty, but that can’t all be true. It’s not about running away; it’s about finding out what makes you happy and chasing it. Make that your home, and don’t look back.
— Dan “Soupy” Campbell (via devotionii)
Reblogged from CosmoRanger

You’re most likely going to turn out pretty average. There’s 7 billion people with a consciousness exactly like yours. Get out of bed anyway. 

if-dementors-were-pink:

can we just take a moment to imagine little cute six-year-old hermione reading matilda

and peering into this book about a smart, bookish girl who could move things with her mind

and then can you imagine her concentrating very hard on the books on the bookshelf and slowly, slowly, getting them to move

Reblogged from love rainy days
Aladdin is a jerk.

Aladdin is a jerk.

rowanhenry:

regan (theuncultured) and myself

rowanhenry:

regan (theuncultured) and myself

Reblogged from RowanHenry
Reblogged from Delightful Cycles

Had an interview today about a copywriting position. I tentatively start on Thursday, pending on how they like my work samples I sent through tonight. Sent them a Facebook Page I administer, a couple of PRIMO! articles and a short piece I wrote here a few months back. It’s only one day per week while I finish my contract at my current workplace and complete AWARD school, but it’s my first “in” to the advertising world and I am stressing hardcore.

furrylittlepeach:

Japanese Food Greeting Cards by furrylittlepeach

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I spent today designing Japanese food-inspired, love-confessing greeting cards. I’m designing their packaging tomorrow and hopefully I’ll get them packed, printed and up in my store next week.

Reblogged from fiction is dead
I’m sick of seeing ghosts
And I know how it’s all gonna end
There’s no triumph waiting
There’s no sunset to ride off in
We all wanna be great men
And there’s nothing romantic about it
I just wanna know that I did
All I could with what I was given

Dan “Soupy” Campbell

Seriously, go listen to this record.