It’s not about the kissing, holding hands, the dates, the sex, and showing off. It’s about being with someone who makes you happy in a way that no one else can. It’s about being with someone who accepts you and your weirdness. It’s about being yourself around them and they can be their self around you.
wow this
Idk kissing and sex sounds cool too
^lol
“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.
Shoutout to my parents
I fully understand why my grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles, push us to be greater in life. They barely had enough to survive on in D.R. and made a living off of the yearly tobacco plantations. When they arrived to this country they had to start from scratch all over again but with more or less extremes of a different kind. They’ve had to bite their tongues, swallow their prides, face humiliation along with their share of prejudice to improve the lives of the future generations. This is something I will never forget and will try to implement to my future children.
Immigrants are the ones who truly start from the bottom. My Dad fled Nicaragua because he refused to take part in a communist revolution that ended up screwing everyone over and my mother to escape the drug cartels barrios of Puerto Rico after she witnessed a murder on her street. Both educated, both skilled, but here? Maintenance man and My mother sells home made food. People need to start to fucking respect immigrants , its not exactly easy and cheap to decide “Oh hey I feel like moving to America dead broke”. Getting used to a new language, new customs, only to be confronted with ignorance? In this country its HARD to move up anywhere unless you have connections. If you have a comfy office job you need to stfu before you judge anyone that could be dam well escaping death and war in their homelands and settling for the backbreaking labor YOU are too fucking lazy to do yourselves! COÑO
peace-flowers-freedom-happiness:
100 Years of Style in 100 Seconds
this is actually the most amazing thing i watched it twice
Oh snap, this is brilliant!
I’ve watched this video so many times I love it a lot.
Oh hot reservoir, this is my marmalade
sweeeet
So, to all of you who follow me and who are not from Brazil, you should read this, and please reblog, if you can.
These are some photos of what is happening to our country today. São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro are facing protest all over the cities. To fight for their rights. Our country is facing actions from the government which are, in many ways, similar to a dictatorship, even though it is still a democracy. The protests started because the bus fee raised 20 brazilian cents. Which doesn’t seem that much, but you all should know that millions of brazilians live with a monthly income of no more than 700 brazilian reais (something like 350 american dollars). Some people live and raise families with that money. Monthly. To these people, $0,20 for each bus means a lot.
But the thing is: what initially was intended to be a protest against the bus fee turned into a protest against the government. A government that every year, steals millions of dollars of their people, in their own benefit. A government so corrupt, the population got used to it, and make jokes about it. In this country, a school teacher has a yearly income of $8400. The governors, on the other side, earn, for the same time, about $300.000. To work less. And they don’t even show up to work. And besides that salary, they steal.
And now, people are going to the streets. And the response is photographed. The government is brutally attacking everyone. I mean everyone. Protesters, pedestrians, reporters, photographers. Everyone. For no reason. They just attack. And bomb. And hurt.
The media is absolutely corrupted. The brazilian media makes it look like a violent act, that has to be fought with equal violence. That is a lie. 15 thousand people are going to the streets of Sao Paulo with no guns, no fire, no weapons. And they are being hurt, persecuted, and arrested. Some of them have to pay bail fees up to $20.000.
If you came all the way down here, please, reblog this. Help making the world know what is really going on here. This country, this beautiful country, with beautiful beaches, and women, and music, is now screaming in protest. This is the country in which the World Cup will be in 2014. A country that worries about the World Cup much more than it worries about the welfare of its citizens.
It’s sad being here. But we’re fighting.
