David Cao is the name. :3

Photographer/Musician/Student/Nerd.

WWW.FACEBOOK.COM/DAVIDDCAOO

18th June 2013

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cantankerouscrab:

hi hello if you’re reading this i hope something good happens to you today

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18th June 2013

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‎Close your eyes & imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it.
— C. Assaad (via delightfuls)

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18th June 2013

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crownoftears:

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

My mom was an accountant in Guatemala (and top of her class with honors) before coming here to clean toilets and mop floors..I’m so very proud of her, hard noble work is nothing to be ashamed of. If it wasn’t for her waking up at 3am every morning idk where my sister and I would be

crownoftears:

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

My mom was an accountant in Guatemala (and top of her class with honors) before coming here to clean toilets and mop floors..I’m so very proud of her, hard noble work is nothing to be ashamed of. If it wasn’t for her waking up at 3am every morning idk where my sister and I would be

Source: humansofnewyork

18th June 2013

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I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
— (via delightfuls)

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17th June 2013

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ksmith56:

Abandoned Tumblr

Dude this scares the fuck out of me

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17th June 2013

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sunsgodown:

true friends don’t judge each other

they judge other people

together

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17th June 2013

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terra-mater:

15 amazing things in nature you won’t believe actually exist

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Someone go with me on a adventure in one of these places? :o

Source: terra-mater

17th June 2013

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erin-omalley:

Erin O’Malley

erin-omalley:

Erin O’Malley

17th June 2013

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agypsysoultoblame:

idk why i even bother getting crushes on people because it’s not like i’m gonna end up dating them anyway so like it’s such a waste of feelings

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17th June 2013

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The Last of Us.

One of the best games I’ve ever played. The amount of feels that this game had was phenomenal. Manly tears were shed.

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