Dragana

Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.

—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via memereve)

(via na-kraju-dana)

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.

(via beautifultango)

Ja ne vjerujem u statistiku, jer čovek s glavom u rerni i nogama u zamrzivaču statistički ima prosečnu temperaturu.

—C. Bukowski  (via dama-iz-fikcije)

(via na-kraju-dana)

humansofnewyork: “Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?”“Yep. My 15th birthday.”“What happened?”“It was a month before my mom passed away. She pretended like she’d forgotten my birthday, and didn’t say anything to me all morning. I was so mad that day at school. But when I got home, she’d made this huge cake for me. I was so happy.”

humansofnewyork:

“Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?”
“Yep. My 15th birthday.”
“What happened?”
“It was a month before my mom passed away. She pretended like she’d forgotten my birthday, and didn’t say anything to me all morning. I was so mad that day at school. But when I got home, she’d made this huge cake for me. I was so happy.”

humansofnewyork: “I grew up in this house. I was actually standing right here when I first saw my husband. I was ten years old, and he came riding by on his bike, and I said: ‘I want to know that boy!’” “Is he inside?”“He passed away in 2000. But we had 37 good years together.” 

humansofnewyork:

“I grew up in this house. I was actually standing right here when I first saw my husband. I was ten years old, and he came riding by on his bike, and I said: ‘I want to know that boy!’” 
“Is he inside?”
“He passed away in 2000. But we had 37 good years together.”