I was sitting next to an Indian girl on a bus on its way to an amusement park in Chennai, India. We were looking out over the garbage-filled streets. - Dirty, huh? she says. I nod and she continues, touching her heart with both hands. - Dirty streets, but clean hearts.
This is how I will remember India. It may not be the cleanest country and it may not have the best infrastructure. It may not be totally organized and “logical” to us in the west. But it has people with clean hearts and pure hearts. They love their country. They appreciate their freedom. They have faith and they believe. It doesn’t matter if they are Hindus, Christians or Muslims. They believe, they coexist and they respect each other.
They have a love and a respect for life, which you don’t find everywhere. I pray that their light will continue to shine.
As someone with 23 piercings, this speaks to me on a deep level.
Sorry I can’t
not reblog this.
my dad is covered in tattoos and i couldn’t ask for a more supporting, encouraging and loving dad
Not to mention the mom is pretty much letting her daughter pick up an unsterilised needle.
This makes me realize just how much I hate society
My mom and dad are covered in tattoos and are the most loving people I’ve ever met. Also my grandpa and uncles are in a “hardcore” biker gang. They’re teddy bears. Looks don’t mater
My mom was at work, and she had a pumpkin decorating table out for the customers to have fun decorating pumpkins at. A hard core biker gang came over and started arguing over who got to use which stickers for their pumpkins.
"Aw, you used the bat! I wanted the bat!"
"Well, I want the bat too!"
"Here, how about I trade you the bat for a witch?"
"Oh, yeah!!! That witch is awesome, man!!!"
THAT PICTURE OF GEOFF AND MILLIE MY HEART IS MELTING