Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t even fucking understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to Western Union and Money Gram. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.
raeaaj said: Hellooo! Please hurry up and come so we can talk about MoHo. LOL. THankss!!
Hahahaha Rhemzzzz I got you 😘
That no matter how amazing he is,
You’ll never forget:
You are built of the same amazing matter.
Every beautiful thing you see in him, is in you.
His eyes sparkle because you have eyes to see him. He is like your reflection.
That when he breaks your heart, you’ll remember
He is still just as beautiful as he was before. Remember how he looked at you. Remember. Reflect. Rebuild.
You’ll need this to forgive.
You’ll need to forgive to be beautiful.
And when you realize you are beautiful… I mean REALLY FUCKING BEAUTIFUL… You will move on.
"About Heartbreak: Somebody should’ve told my mom… I’m gonna tell my daughter", j.l. (via xdopedupphoenix)