June 2013
176 posts
Dear racist people,
Your car is German.
Your vodka is Russian.
Your pizza is Italian.
Your kebab is Turkish.
Your democracy is Greek.
Your coffee is Brazilian.
Your movies are American.
Your tea is Tamil.
Your shirt is Indian.
Your oil is Saudi Arabian.
Your electronics are Chinese.
Your numbers Arabic.
Your letters Latin.
And you complain that your neighbour is an immigrant? Ha.
“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
—Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via organized-clutter)
“If I had to pick, I’d want to be your specific kind of beautiful— the beautiful that lets other people in on the adventure all of the time.”
—Emily Bishop (via hollowtowers)
