I'm a teenager who is also a bookworm trying to be a writer. This is are bits of my life, what motivates me, stuff that inspire me and whatnot. I hope you stick around. P. S I love Jane Austen. Like I'm in love with her.
Wonder Woman, introducing herself to her new Allies: I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, otherwise known as Wonder Woman. I’ve heard shaking hands is the traditionally greeting of mankind (holds out hand)
Superman, who has never had a chance to hug someone without the fear of accidentally killing them, and is not going to waste this opportunity: uh we actually do different greetings here-
I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.
Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?
It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
“Five things to do before you get out of bed. 1- Express gratitude. 2- Set your intentions for the day. 3- Take five long deep breaths in & out. 4- Smile for no reason just flex the muscle. 5- Forgive yourself for yesterdays mistakes.”
How Christianity helped me in my femininity journey:
It brought serenity, peace and softness into my heart.
It made me accept myself more and elevated my self esteem, because God created me in His image and loves me.
It motivated me to improve my good personality traits, making me want to be more kind, compassionate, attentive, nurturing, instead of always looking for approval of others, solely based on superfluous things (physical appearance for example).
It made me less competitive with other women, because I know my worth and the worth of others.
It made me less anxious, because I know God is leading my life and He’s my provider.
It made me aware of the type of man, who is going to be a good father for our children and a good husband for me.
It made me less bitter and more joyful, because God helped me to forgive the people who hurt me in the past, healing myself in the process.
It made me respect my body and boundaries, even if people criticize me calling me “old fashioned”, “outdated”, “prude”, “boring”.
It lightened inside me the wish of being a mother of many, of having a lovely and big family, because this is the only richness I want to accumulate on this earth.
It made me less materialistic. It made me realize “famous” brands means nothing, when you can have something practical, good and affordable for much more less money.
Disclaimer: I’m not saying only Christian women can have or develop those traits, but I’m saying our connection with God can absolutely help ourselves as women as it has helped me greatly.
black girls can wear weave 24/7 all while blasting some rock music
black girls can be who they wanna be and what they wanna be. who is to society to say what we can and cannot do?
as a black girl myself, I say just be you with no regrets whatsoever. never shall you fall to the standard of another just cause of their preference. what they perceive as a “black women” shouldn’t state how we should act as an individual
there isn’t a standard for a “black girl”. we’re just our own person who happen to be black
black girls, women, non-binary, please continue to be yourself. love yourself as you no matter what the world has to say about us. I love you mwah <3
Christianity is more of a state of being rather than a status. Christians shouldn’t ask themselves whether they’re a Christian or not, but whether they’re actually being Christlike or not.
“People aren’t always what you want them to be. Sometimes they disappoint you or let you down, but you have to give them a chance first. You can’t just meet someone and expect them to be everything you’re looking for and then be angry when they’re not every hope and aspiration you projected onto them. It’s foolish to believe that someone will be what you imagine them to be. And sometimes, when you give them a chance, they turn out to be better than you imagined. Different, but better.”