What's up? I'm just another blog filled with crap posted by a teenager.
I love to draw, but I wouldn't call myself anything close to an artist.

calciummmilk:

blinks to covered mistakes (._. ;;;;;;)

calciummmilk:

blinks to covered mistakes (._. ;;;;;;)

starletcalderon:

tranqualizer:

mayosjustanickname:

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.

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. 


love you mama

starletcalderon:

tranqualizer:

mayosjustanickname:

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.

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. 

love you mama

amtrakofficial: dear future you and dear past you!!

Dear Future Trishia,
Send money to other future Trishia, who is probably in dept from student loans and not trying hard enough in high school. Also, I hope you found someone nice, and that you’re having fun at your job, even if you maybe didn’t make it as a physicist, I hope that you found a job in some form of astronomy. I also hope that you’re rolling in the dough.

Love from 2014,
Trishia

Dear past Trishia,
I know that this is going to sound like the sort of advice your brothers would laugh at, but listen to me: You’re wonderful, your hair is nothing to be embarrassed about, and don’t let the fact that you never see people with your hair on TV bring you down. I know that some days you’d look at yourself in the bathroom mirror and just wish that it would magically start growing fine and straight, but it won’t happen. And I know that you are straightening your bangs, it’s still curly, you’ve just smashed the curls, it’s not straight. Also I’m writing to you as if you are 12, you’re going to start seeing some of the women on TV *cough* Anne Hathaway * cough* in the same way you view Prince Zuko , and that’s not gonna go away. You’re kinda stuck with that sort of attraction. Don’t worry, by the time you’re my age, you’ll be used to it. And stop making fun of your sister for liking anime, we all know about your secret Yugioh and Sailor Moon collections. You’re not as secretive as you think. And guess what in 2014, you’ll basically be in love with some loser anime boy named Shinji and you like to dress up as him.
And Ryuma’s Bride on deviantArt, turned out to be super ras, and is probably one of the coolest people that I’ve ever met online. Younger Trishia, you gotta just accept yourself.

Send me a “Dear —-” and I will write my honest feelings to them.

zefron-ftw:

☓ Dear Dad
☓ Dear Mom
☓ Dear Brother
☓ Dear Sister
☓ Dear Ex-Best Friend
☓ Dear Best Friend
☓ Dear Future Girlfriend
☓ Dear Future Boyfriend
☓ Dear Crush
☓ Dear Enemy
☓ Dear [anyone else]

Wow, I’ve lost 5+ followers in less than twelve hours, I wonder what I did.

arsenicinshell:

Steel mermaid corset by Fiori Couture

arsenicinshell:

Steel mermaid corset by Fiori Couture

nephytisthing:

mr-toggle:

jensenboomshackalackles:

bear-onica:

shitloadsofwrestling:

One day, that toddler will be telling everyone about the time she went one on one with the great one, pattycaking his candy ass.

the rock is a gift

The Rock is so metal

The Rock is so precious

Dwayne The Rock Johnson: Precious Metal.

nephytisthing:

mr-toggle:

jensenboomshackalackles:

bear-onica:

shitloadsofwrestling:

One day, that toddler will be telling everyone about the time she went one on one with the great one, pattycaking his candy ass.

the rock is a gift

The Rock is so metal

The Rock is so precious

Dwayne The Rock Johnson: Precious Metal.

(Source: best-of-imgur)

lifehackable:

More Life Hacks Here
betteranimebetterfuture:

Mayaya and Banba from Princess Jellyfish by Sonya Mouse

betteranimebetterfuture:

Mayaya and Banba from Princess Jellyfish by Sonya Mouse

Every girl is born a princess. Some of them just forget is all.

- Princess Jellyfish (via bestslothparty)