Iast week of

school and I’m always so tired. never used to come home this often to squeeze in some naps. ayee. losing productivity 

@2 years ago with 1 note

my dearest Naz

I know you don’t have a tumblr, well maybe you do and we just don’t know it, but I want to give you serious affirmations. 

I’m quite upset at how things turned out with the selection process and know that I carry my personal bias to my Nola participants but I want you to know that we did our absolute best to advocate for you, especially Sarah who spent countless hours talking to Asha and in our feedback comments alone we spent a few hours crafting the right words to capture how awesome and amazing of a leader I know you are and can be.  

I’ve been in a very bloggy mood this past week so hah I’m making full use of this tumblr. But back to you. Naz, you truly will do such amazing things next year and after you graduate. The experiences you carry on your back make you such a strong womyn and has helped you become more aware of this unfortunately fucked up society we live in. I really hope that your ties to the lower ninth ward and JJPL continue to fuel that passion that has ignited in you and will find ways to continue to connect to social justice work. Because I know that this movement needs you.  I know that you are terribly upset right now and you have every right to be and you shouldn’t keep your body from feeling these emotions. But as every redundant life quote says, life goes on and all you can really do is hold your head up high and march forward. 

I’m absolutely so proud of you and had the honor to meet you and work with you this semester. I feel so grateful to have had you on this amazing trip we all experienced together.  Watch out world, Nazanin Salehi WILL only do AMAZING things in life. 

@2 years ago with 2 notes
my roommate is so awesome that she made me some beautiful earrings yesterday.  so strange to think that last year we were just mere acquaintances who said the friendly hello and helped me take care of my then roommate on her birthday. and now we have lived a whole year together and I value you her as a trusted friend and confidante. 
also, hah im not smiling because I’m trying to prove to Dee and Dior that Im capable of taking a picture and not smile. 

my roommate is so awesome that she made me some beautiful earrings yesterday.  so strange to think that last year we were just mere acquaintances who said the friendly hello and helped me take care of my then roommate on her birthday. and now we have lived a whole year together and I value you her as a trusted friend and confidante. 

also, hah im not smiling because I’m trying to prove to Dee and Dior that Im capable of taking a picture and not smile. 

@2 years ago with 2 notes

is ignorance truly bliss?

there are so many things I’ve been questioning about myself. and where I really fit into this society. 

I was in the mission district today and it is just so odd to see how evident gentrification really is. One street is full of taquerias and markets and various dollar stores and the next block theres: all these white hipsters, bike lanes, goodvibes, weird little hipster restaurants appropriating culture. like, there was this sushi restaurant and it was called something sushi, like how your mom used to make it. And I mean, I guess its funny? idk but honestly, how many people’s mothers even make sushi? ugh but that goes into a lot of other issues so I won’t go there. 

But, its like yeah the mission is the cheap trendy place to live now and I even thought about living there, but now that I know what gentrification really does and who it displaces, it’s like do I ignore that and just live there? the mission is no longer a place on my list, but this concept of where do I belong is definitely there. If im just going to hate on the hipster areas that I used to be into and I mean I even went vintage shopping around there today so I participated. versus living somewhere else. where is it appropriate for me to live? am I hating on people too much? Am I really that cynical to believe that white hipsters or even any kind of hipster for that matter its not just white are incapable of being engaged into the community they are going into? idk. so many questions. not enough answers. And I feel like a hater right now and I don’t know what to do about it. 

@2 years ago with 1 note

tumultuous

never have I cried this much tonight as I have all week. today I saw something truly special as we came together and embraced isang bagsak. 

its not often that we can come together the way we do and truly stand in solidarity of one another. 

campus politics may just be a dumb popularity contest as it always has been like high school, but if our connection to the real world is college, then shouldn’t we as students care just a little bit more about what goes on with the student body? Is real politics just a popularity contest too? 

All the hard work we put into progressive movements like this one, motivate me to continue to search and understand inequity and methods of equity.  

so although I cried and cried. I know things will be okay. because at the end of the day  it is your friends and family who will be there for you. 

It’s actually kind of odd, I cried more for my candidates who put their heart out there all semester for something they truly cared about than I did on Tuesday when my heart was broken. perhaps today’s tears were just a combination of both. 

@2 years ago with 4 notes

Taco tuesdays

never fail me. 

they are simply the best. Thanks for visiting Sabby and all the other friends I got to run into at cafe d. 

and then just had a most interesting yet really great conversation with an old friend from High school. It’s really comforting to know that there are actually genuinely great people back home still, even if its only like 2 out of 200. But man all I can say is life is rough and throws almost too many adversities to people who don’t deserve them, by any means. I hope he comes to Berkeley one day. We need more folks like him. 

@2 years ago with 2 notes
japanlove:

ace-su:
Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945
This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.
He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:
“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.
“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.
“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”

Out of all of Miyazaki’s films, Grave of the fireflies or 蛍の光 is one of the most profound animated films I have ever seen. It doesn’t get enough credit next to his creative pieces with exuberant imaginations. I remember my mom buying me the book version and we cried together as she read it to me. Wow, there are a lot of memories attached to this film that I just realized. Like this film is why Taro has this favorite candy that my ojiichan always buys us. anywho, in a nostalgic mood after hearing the operations manager recount a tweaker bat story. 

japanlove:

ace-su:

Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945

This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.

He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:

“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.

“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.

“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”

Out of all of Miyazaki’s films, Grave of the fireflies or 蛍の光 is one of the most profound animated films I have ever seen. It doesn’t get enough credit next to his creative pieces with exuberant imaginations. I remember my mom buying me the book version and we cried together as she read it to me. Wow, there are a lot of memories attached to this film that I just realized. Like this film is why Taro has this favorite candy that my ojiichan always buys us. anywho, in a nostalgic mood after hearing the operations manager recount a tweaker bat story. 

(Source: acegasm, via beautyinthebr0ken)

@2 years ago with 69091 notes

the numbness is starting to wear off.

I’m sorry that I inhibited your growth and let you be unhappy for so long but I’m glad that the light at the end of your tunnel is beginning to shine.

 It is a real misfortune that I lost a best friend through all this, but I guess as another friend put it, it’s for the best. I can only hope that you will continue to blossom into the compassionate being I know you are. 

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@2 years ago with 5 notes

it

sucks when you can’t ever really communicate to your parents about what you are thinking. 

to me, I can only convey simple thoughts and emotions to them. but my thoughts and emotions are so much more complex than that. 

I wish there wasn’t such a language barrier between us. There is so much I want to tell you but all we can really do is disagree on certain things or have you laugh at me, which I don’t really ever find funny. It doesn’t help we grew up in different generations and see history in different perspectives, but maybe i’ll get my Japanese to be much stronger, and we can truly dialogue. 

But at least I know they will always be there for me. Theres this unconditional love that my parents have for me and I take for granted a lot. : (. ‘

usually i’d put this in my other blog, but: It sucks to cry alone. 

@2 years ago with 2 notes

today i learned…

beautyinthebr0ken:

…that CalSERVE does not exist to solely elect individuals into student government but that our coalition members do work everywhere because the movement needs us wherever we are.

Can’t stop, won’t stop.

@2 years ago with 12 notes