madmadsmadly:

eziocauthon89:

If you say you didn’t read this in his accent, you’re a liar

"his accent" if you didnt read it in the exact same goddamn voice and tone and think of the way his head turned you’re a goddamn disgrace

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Early in my freshman year, my dad asked me if there were lots of Latinos at school. I wanted to say, “Pa, I’m one of the only Latinos in most of my classes. The other brown faces I see mostly are the landscapers’. I think of you when I see them sweating in the morning sun. I remember you were a landscaper when you first came to Illinois in the 1950s. And look, Pa! Now I’m in college!”

But I didn’t.

I just said, “No, Pa. There’s a few Latinos, mostly Puerto Rican, few Mexicans. But all the landscapers are Mexican.”

My dad responded, “¡Salúdelos, m’ijo!”

So when I walked by the Mexican men landscaping each morning, I said, “Buenos días.”

Recently, I realized what my dad really meant. I remembered learning the Mexican, or Latin American, tradition of greeting people when one enters a room. In my Mexican family, my parents taught me to be “bien educado” by greeting people who were in a room already when I entered. The tradition puts the responsibility of the person who arrives to greet those already there. If I didn’t follow the rule as a kid, my parents admonished me with a back handed slap on my back and the not-so-subtle hint: “¡Saluda!”

I caught myself tapping my 8-year-old son’s back the other day when he didn’t greet one of our friends: “Adrian! ¡Saluda!”

However, many of my white colleagues over the years followed a different tradition of ignorance. “Maleducados,” ol’ school Mexican grandmothers would call them.

But this Mexican tradition is not about the greeting—it’s about the acknowledgment. Greeting people when you enter a room is about acknowledging other people’s presence and showing them that you don’t consider yourself superior to them.

When I thought back to the conversation between my dad and me in 1990, I realized that my dad was not ordering me to greet the Mexican landscapers with a “Good morning.”

Instead, my father wanted me to acknowledge them, to always acknowledge people who work with their hands like he had done as a farm worker, a landscaper, a mechanic. My father with a 3rd grade education wanted me to work with my mind but never wanted me to think myself superior because I earned a college degree and others didn’t.

tobewitchthemind:

perlockholmes:

glaceon22:

chawko:

lorettafryingpan:

bigbigtruck:

GUYS
DID YOU KNOW TREES HAVE LEAVES

EVERY TIME.

dude when I first got my glasses I was SHOCKED that the leaves were so defined on trees and my mom just looked at me like I was stupid BUT THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE SAYS

When I first got my glasses I found out streetlights actually were attached to something! They just looked like floating balls of fuzzy light before.



I need to get my eyes checked

tobewitchthemind:

perlockholmes:

glaceon22:

chawko:

lorettafryingpan:

bigbigtruck:

GUYS

DID YOU KNOW TREES HAVE LEAVES

EVERY TIME.

dude when I first got my glasses I was SHOCKED that the leaves were so defined on trees and my mom just looked at me like I was stupid BUT THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE SAYS

When I first got my glasses I found out streetlights actually were attached to something! They just looked like floating balls of fuzzy light before.

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I need to get my eyes checked

(via sed-non-obliqant)

Q

Anonymous asked:

Bet you can't gif the entire Frozen.

A

chelseawelseyknight:

kristoffbjorgman:

u wanna bet m8?

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Holy fuck.

spacetwinks:

psssst. hey kid. you want some fanfic? i got the good stuff. yeah, your favorite pairing, with that crazy ass kink you don’t want anyone to know about. first hit’s free, then you have to start leaving me reviews

(via dmitri-the-mishacat)

veganvibez:

do you ever feel constantly overwhelmed sad and lonely and you feel so annoying telling anyone about it bc you feel like a broken record who’s looking for attention when in reality you just don’t even know what to do with yourself anymore

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dickrockerjanecrocker:

likesboyswholikeboys:

you can preach about slut-shaming all you want, but you can’t deny there’s something very wrong with 13 and 14-year old girls going out in skirts and dresses so short they barely cover their asses and shirts with necklines so low they show off cleave they haven’t got yet, drinking and even smoking and hooking up with guys before they even have a substantial knowledge of how sex and sexual relationships work.

Thank YOU

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