“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 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.


Shoutout to my parents

and you know, shout out to our im/migrant parents who were not college educated before they came to the U.S and don’t share a narrative of going from “riches to rags.” shout out to my im/migrant parents who were laborers at home and are still laborers here.

i think it’s important to honor the complexities of our parents histories and uplift their triumphs but let’s remember to do so in a way that honors all of the ways im/migrants exist and all of the places we and our parents come from. we don’t have to prove that capitalism, white supremacy, classism, etc is awful because our parents were once revered college professors or doctors. we don’t have to believe in that assimilation. 


Many people from first world countries might complain about the inmigrants, but then you don’t even get to understand what it feels like. Sometimes you just live in a country in which it doesn’t matter how much you work, you still won’t be able to lead a decent life because your income will never be enough to cover your basic needs. Sometimes you are forced to leave because living in your country endangers your own life, so you desperately search somehere safe, somewhere where you can start again and help your family. Sometimes you can’t achieve your OWN DREAMS in some countries, maybe you want to become a singer and you live in a place that doesn’t have a decent music industry, or your art won’t be appreciated (or tolerated).

And you leave, but, DO YOU THINK THAT INMIGRANTS ACTUALLY WANT TO BE INMIGRANTS? It hurts more than anything to leave your dear ones in order to lead a decent live, in order to survive, in order to help them, or in order to become who you want. If they had opportunities in their countries, they wouldn’t leave them AT ALL.

As a latina who has many dear ones away, DO YOU EVEN THINK WE LIKE IT?It pains our soul to have someone dear so far away, it hurts so much… To know they are alone, that they aren’t really safe for their ethnicity and the imperant racism, to know there’s nothing we can’t do but feel helpless and still force smiles on skype and cheer them up.

And it’s not that inmigrants want to live on your countries just for stealing your jobs. White people have opressed the rest of the world, used its resources, contaminated their lands, exploited the people and started wars there so their own citizens won’t suffer. Even the jobs most inmigrants get on first world countries are DEPLORABLE. Most of the jobs that are given are just a pity and yet most complain about stealing jobs? We’re not happy to clean houses, but we’re happy to get money to send it back home so our loved ones will eat. And if white people keep complaining THEN MAYBE YOU COULD DO A BETTER WORK BY HELPING THE REST OF THE WORLD SO WE’LL STOP TRYING TO GO TO YOUR COUNTRIES. And by those actions I mean real change, compromising to stop supporting slaving manufacturers, to change consumist habits that keep on the search of resources on our countries, to stop contaminating so the climate in our countries will stop changing and harming us (our countries don’t even pollute that much and yet we suffer a lot from climate change thanks to you), TO EVEN COMPROMISE ON MAKING A BETTER COUNTRY TO YOURSELVES, SO YOUR INTERNATIONAL POLICIES WON’T HARM US (ie. Most of our economical treaties with the US kill our local agriculture, since the US force us to buy them food that we can grow here, for fucks sake. And now they are forcing us to accept genetically manipulated seeds that attempt against our health and food-stock-independence-i-don’t-know-the-name-in-english)

And if you don’t wanna compromise, then at least stop whining when you have so many priviledges. Shut the fuck up and leave us to do our damn job, we have families to feed.

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space-romeo asked: random numbers 1, 5 , 9, 13, 17, 25, 27, 30, 34, 38, 41,46
  • 1: What would you name your future daughter?

I’ve always wanted something like Julia or Julieta, but I also love the name Zoe.

  • 5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

Next week I’ll go out with Melissa and Celeste, so I just hope bitches won’t forget about it :((((

  • 9: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

Watching vines

  • 13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

I’m not dependent on them, but I don’t think I wouldn’t be able to not smoke one on the future.

  • 17: Have you ever cried from being so mad?


  • 25: Do you use chap stick?

Just when I need it, as in when my lips get too chapped from dry and cold climates (aka everytime I travel and experiment harsh climate changes)

  • 27: Are you listening to music right now?

Nope, but last song played was Only if for a night from Florence.

  • 30: How is your heart lately?

Beating on its unusual-arrythmic way

  • 34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

Too many times

  • 38: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

It can be, yeah.

  • 41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

Waiting for the unexpected even though I don’t expect anything at all anymore? I’m way too confused about my own life and future for indulging on thinking about a love life

  • 46: What were you doing at midnight last night?

Reading fanfiction I guess

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  • white people: this is SO spicy
  • me: it's water