get quizzical. or a box of 64 crayons. whatever makes your cheshire cat smile.

 

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

Kurt Vonnegut, Unready to Wear (via perfect)

(Source: emiliakokaine)

can i confess here that i’m not really feeling all that strong and then Sugar Ray comes on the radio and my eyes won’t close at night and one of his books is still on my shelf and i know i can’t afford to regret this but damn it’s like i was abusing and now i have to wean myself off for my own good and why couldn’t he just be someone

volperaptor:

I want to try a thing:

Reblog this by Friday and I’ll go through your blog and pair you up with another person who reblogged this. It’ll be like a Tumblr blind date!

latta:

katherinedan:

susannahbrown:

a-wolf-at-the-table:

thatgaynerdyguy:

One of my earliest childhood memories is from a DZ Discovery Zone

fuck thoes places, have you seen whats at the bottom of thoes ball pits? Who the fuck is cleaning all that shit.

OH MY GOD THIS WAS MY LIFE

Oh fuck yeah I lost a tooth here

I cried once when I thought I got lost in the play place here. The most traumatic experience of my life.

(Source: 90s90s90s)

gabbiegabstoomuch:

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.

Yep. People do forget this. My mother got two degrees in mathematic and in physics in el salvador but when she came to the US she wound up working as a seamstress for $5 an hour. People forget the sacrifices that immigrants make. It’s infuriating.

I used to work with a man in a restaurant. Here, he washes dishes.
In his home country, he’s a dentist.
A FUCKING DENTIST. And he earns more here washing dishes.

gabbiegabstoomuch:

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.

Yep. People do forget this. My mother got two degrees in mathematic and in physics in el salvador but when she came to the US she wound up working as a seamstress for $5 an hour. People forget the sacrifices that immigrants make. It’s infuriating.

I used to work with a man in a restaurant. Here, he washes dishes.

In his home country, he’s a dentist.

A FUCKING DENTIST. And he earns more here washing dishes.

*whispers* i actually almost cried at the captain dying scene.

In star trek?

my dad. (i thought he was still talking about the titanic)

My dad, Whose Line is it Anyway and the Titanic…

Me: why isn’t whose line is it anyway still on?

Dad: iiiiii dunno.

Me: “rejected theme songs for the movie Titanic” “Corpses bobbing in the sea, ha ha ha ha hee hee hee!” *crying laughing*

Dad: it’s been long enough that you can laugh at that.

Me: it’s not my fault that movie’s so… vapid.

Dad: i actually like that movie because leonardo decaprio froze to death.

Me:

Dad:

Me:

Dad: like a leonardo decapcicle.