#so fucking relevant I can't even
#humans of New York
"There’s a lot of pressure being the child of immigrants."
“My mother is Thai, my father is from Chile. They met while working at a restaurant. There’s a knowledge among first generation immigrants— that they aren’t going to be the ones to achieve the American Dream. They have to work hard and struggle so that their children will have a shot at it. So they educate their children and pass the Dream along to them. And now I have an obligation to make more fucking money than them, to live the American Dream, to validate all the risks they took and everything they went through. And that’s a heavy burden.”
"Don’t fight your demons. Your demons are here to teach you lessons. Sit down with your demons and have a drink and a chat and learn their names and talk about the burns on their fingers and scratches on their ankles. Some of them are very nice."
#uuuuuuugh connizzleeee you have such beautiful timing!!!!!!!
#personal post not so personal because it's public
#feels at 10:14pm when i should be sleeping...
The person i loved wrote this about me a while back in our fraternity newsletter:
Linda Luu - In my mind, I often refer to Linda as a modern day Leslie Knope, not because she has all the ambition and drive, but because of her undying passion for helping other people. To me, Linda will always get as much favors as she needs, because she’s the kind of person who uses favors to help other people, never herself. All the times I went with her to pick up fraternity supplies, it never felt like a chore because I knew that she was always doing something for the good of the chapter. It has been pretty awesome getting to know you better this term and even though you rage at me all the time, I hope we can still be friends haha.
At the time, i was so overwhelmed by my feelings for him that i almost felt my heart explode. But now, as i read it again almost two years later, i am so thankful for the kind words he wrote about me and that he was able to see someone that i never saw in myself. Ever since I moved here, I always felt like i was preparing myself to run into him and to see how much he’s changed. I was so sure for so long that we would have been good together that i became blinded by my anger and pain. Even though a part of me still cares for him, I am slowly starting to accept the fact that i will probably never get the answers that i longed for and that i should stop wasting my time on something that has long since faded.
"…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were."