#sistah

[smol-stardust]

(Post write note: idk what this is I just wanted to write something so here is my spew for you)

All of this is predetermined to be a tragedy. Our lives will not last forever, and nor will humanity itself...

BUT

I'm here for the in-between moments. The parts that come in the middle of birth and death. The parts that can only be labelled as 'life'. Falling and scraping your skin across gravel as a child was agony, yes, but the blood that dripped down your skin was a reminder. You are alive. There is still so much change you can make.

Best friends who won't last forever. Best friends who will. Internet sisters. Learning about the way things work. Poetry!! Chemistry!! Passion and power and depth of being within yourself!! Loving yourself to death and reaching out and pushing to be someone who makes their younger self proud. Giving your friends stupid nicknames and making cringy jokes because being 'cringe' is a social construct. We as bright and wonderful and unique people were born with the sole purpose of bringing down walls that are put in place to stop us from reaching happiness. We are born with no knowledge of the end, only a longing for in-between moments. There is music everywhere. It rumbles and it whispers and the pounding in your head reminds you that you are alive. There is still so much change you can make.

Ultimately, we are all so so powerful. The resources we have buried in our souls are oh so delicately dangerous, and if someone were to reach out to find them, sometimes we aren't sure if they'd like what they see. But don't you get it? You are a result of the in-between moments of hundreds of ancestors, and you carry inside you the spirit of every hope that has not yet been lost.

You smile and your cheeks hurt and the pain reminds you that you are alive.

There is still so much change you can make.

Wahhhhh 🥹 this is so beautiful and sweet. Thank you for this sis :3

It’s such a beautiful reflection on the essence of life and the richness of experiences that shape us. Each moment, whether joyful or painful, contributes to the tapestry of our existence. Embracing the in-between moments, the ups and downs, is where true growth and transformation occur. It's a celebration of resilience, connection, self-discovery, and the limitless potential within each of us

Scraping knees on gravel, a painful dance. For in that agony, we find a reminder that we're more than just a name. Best friends fleeting, but our connections profound. In learning, in poetry, in chemistry's art. We find the passion that stirs.To love oneself fiercely, to strive and to yearn; to break down barriers. We're born to bring down walls, to chase our bliss,To revel in the in-betweens

[elisabeta-darling]

[tea-drinking-fishy]

Oi! You there!

Just wanted to say...

UR A SUPERSTAR

That is all. Goodbye.

*le gasp* if I le superstar, you a supernova

[thebestieyoureinlovewith]

The personal strengths of @smol-bibliophile-firefly according to me.

Accepting. I know it's normal on this site, but in a wide world where it isn't it's so refreshing to have someone to accept you.

Family. The kind of person you would give a key to your home to, and be totally comfortable to walk into your living room and find them there.

Clever. So insanely smart. It's one thing (and an incredibly impressive thing at that) to be able to do something. It's another thing entirely to be able to teach it, and a mix of the most positive virtues Sparky has means she can.

Young. Not as a personal strength in a physical way. But mentally, to be youthful in the mind. (I know you are quite young still, but I have a feeling you'll always be lacking in aches in your head)

[andrewisdoing]

This is literally my whole taste of music in one image hahaha

[my-fair-fiction]

Tatiana Obey is a Goddess. I say that because, Bones to the Wind, her debut had changed my life FOREVAH. She's amazing and now she's wrote this awesome Novella too.

Sistah Samurai is a Champloo novella that takes place in a demon infested village. The writing is rich in the Samurai way and Japanese culture down to the roots of your cherry blossom. The events in the novella takes place entirely in a day. It's a commendable feat and like we've already established, Tatiana is a Goddess.

Our girl belongs to a category of warriors called the Sistah Samurais. Unfortunately they fell due to a demon attack and the world is in chaos. But Sistah doesn't care. She has things to do, places to be. She doesn't have to carry the weight of others on her shoulder. She's BADASS in every sense of the word.

Sistah has faced everything. Self-doubt, self-hate, a demon Armageddon, looters, Warlords, woes of the domestic life. She reminded me of Melinda May from Agents of Shield (mostly because I'm rewatching it. Again)

Anyway, this book is so loud, I can hear it three days after reading it in my head. Black women, the power they have, the power they are and the possibility of a world where they're free to unleash their potential.

There's a lot of katana-violence too in this book because WHY NOT.

[tonyamckenziepr]

When she comes from The Bay, I come out to play. ✌🏾 🖤 🙌🏾 #trinawallace #mom #girlfriend #sistah #family (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci7vevVrTNp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[chriscrazyhouse]

Cartoon Sistah sketches #sketchbook #chriscrazyhouse #sistah #blackwomen #blackwomenart #drawing #cartoonpeople #cartoons https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd__1VxLHjb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jinniebit]

SEND ME A NUMBER AND I’LL MAKE YOU A GIFSET SKZ EDITION (5k special)

@sanniebang and @xuseokgyu asked favorite channie's room episode? Ep.172

[queeresthellhound]

Alrighty well since that post is fucked let me share one specific photo from my collection

(Photo Description: a black and white photo of an African American man and woman embracing. The man has an armband with a feather tucked into it and is also wearing a rolled headband around his head with a flower tucked into it. They’re both smiling and the woman is leaning against his arm. In the background there is a storefront )

This photo was taken in June of 1984 at a Pride march in San Francisco. While you may not think of this as a protest photo, it absolutely is. And I think it’s beautiful for so many reasons. All of the information from here on out has not been verified and is based off of what I could find. For this reason some of it may not be accurate, please let me know if you know any more information about it. From what I can find the individuals in this photo were marching in the parade with a queer marching band called Sistah Boom. I’ve seen them referenced at mother and son though I can’t confirm that. I believe that it may have been taken by Joan E. Biren or JEB but that’s purely speculative at this point.

I hope you enjoy this moment in queer history

[hoesonpointe]

Javier & Sevynn, 2023

📷: Victoria Jung

[tea-drinking-fishy]

Glomps in hug

actually no!

*glomps YOU in hug*

Hahahahaha!! Trapped

[tuituipupu]

the kcu is expanding at an alarmingly fast rate hold onto ur hats everyone

[andrewisdoing]

[c00kietin]

I'm going to apologise in advance, I may be more annoying than usual tomorrow about my birthday. I'm just. excited since my week has been fairly boring :')