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daughters of the sun.
So long I have held my tongue for you I think I am beginning to choke on it.
My chest is caving in with those things that are left unsaid, always unsaid. You strike at me, oh do you strike at me.
I let your palm hit my cheek and feel the blood drip down my chin. There is a tange in my mouth. There is always a tange in my mouth as I bite through the soft flesh of my tongue for you.
Over, and over, until my nerves are raw and frayed and tangling inside my limbs.
How odd to feel so raw and so numb all at once.
We used to say God made us sisters because he was simply unable to keep us apart. Now, I think its because he knew it was the only way I would love you.
But what about me? Did he not regard me? I am cursed to love you while I am stuck in the grave of knowing even with our shared blood, you are incapable of loving me back.
-beyond one thing and onto another, October 2023
(s.m.)
Sitting in the front seat of the car, on one of the many days I have cried about you.
Mama said that sisterhood is a complicated road and right now, to see, that if we cannot be sisters, we can be friends.
I told her how terrible of a thing that is. Because, if we were strangers, passing by on the sidewalk. I said,
"I wouldn't want to be her friend."
I would have just kept walking.
- beyond one thing and onto another, October 2023
(s.m.)
Monday. Everyday.
With Love,
B🧘🏾♀️
the art of sisterhood, the importance of black sisterhood. my love letter to my bestfriends.
Sisterhood by definition and quite simply means the relationship between sisters.
Prospective Lines foundation is community and togetherness. This project in collaboration with my bestfriends of over ten years is the very meaning of the lining of what prospective lines as a whole means. the art of showing up for those you love most. my friends are the true epitome of what being a woman means; loving, carefree, creative, full of life, full of laughter, full of endless amounts of joy and love. they are one of the highlights of my life, and life without them, would simply be unbearable. these ladies make loving them easy. Peace, Mia, Jill, Mariatu and Temi are the very essence of my heart. I have struggled to put into words what having a great friendship can do for one, and today I've finally got it. A great friendship fuels your soul and gives you life. That, and having God at the centre of your union. The cheat code for sisterhood in words - is simple and whilst there is no right or wrong way.
This is what I've nailed it down to, transparency, accountability, consistency, communication, commitment, understanding and honesty.
This project was my way to showcase our lifelong friendship in photographs. I wanted the shoot to reflect them and be fun and full of love. Our collective @ne6retias was established on the social media platform, Instagram in early February of 2023. We wanted to create a space to showcase our togetherness, our 10 plus years of friendship, the community we have built together and having a safe space to just be ourselves. That is everything that the Negretias Instagram represents as it's a mirrored reflection of how we've always been, just showeased on a broader platform for everyone to see. It is quite unique to see friendships that last out of secondary school. Especially close friendships. This project entitled,
'Negretias's (Berry's Version) being this weeks 'faces' highlight, on the launch of our site 'Prospective Lines' is the most special way to release my heart to the world. So to my very own Benny, Jilly, Mimi, Mari and Tem Tem. I say thank you. Thank you for this wonderful gift of friendship. For our sisterhood. For creating a safe space for me and giving me hope and support in every element of the phrase. Thank you for being my guiding light and sticking beside me for all of these years. I can only pray that God's love continues to shine through all 5 of you.
That God strengths you, protects you and makes you happy. All I want is happiness and love for all of you. I want you to win in everything you do. You are all so hardworking and I admire you all so much in different ways. I love that we all bring something special and authentic to our sister circle. With that being said, the 6 of us are, forever.
I'll be here to support and celebrate you forever. to pour into you when you most need it and even when you don't. I love you all day, all night for the rest of my life! Negretias world forever and ever and ever and after that! Here's to you my loves.
the love of my life is, the love of my life 🫀
(this is from a post from my website, thought I would share 🪽)
plenty of heart.
let me tell you about my sisters…
dear negretias (stories about my sisters),
with love,
b 🫀
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Being your big sister pt²
You must change your pads every 4 hours at least, this avoids the accumulation of bacteria and diseases
Charcoal pills help to stop poisoning in your dog!
Never and ever wash your lace clothes in the washing machine please! I learned the hard way (ruined my favorite corset 😭)
Your armpits are dark and stained because you use spray deodorant, these sprays dry the area, prefer to use roll-on or cream deodorants that moisturize more
Never put out a pan on fire by throwing water! This will make it explode, throw a damp cloth over it and put out the flame, if you spilled boiling water or oil on your skin immediately go to the sink and rinse under running water for a few minutes before doing anything else
Wash your jeans stuff by hand and with neutral products because they fade easily
Mix your perfume in a moisturizer of the same fragrance (similar) or unscented and apply it to your body, this will enhance the fragrance and last longer on your skin
Magnesium pills are the holy grail for us anemic girlies, it boost our energy, help with fainting and migraines
Research more about connectives before writing an essay, learning to use new forms of connectives will diversify and increase the level of writing essays
Bathing in very hot water destroys your skin and hair by drying out and weakening it over time
Person is not happy with your achievement=stay away from these people and remove them from your life
That's it for the day and i hope i was of some help, luv y'all 🪽
sisterhood.
book: the fall of the house of usher // tv show: fleabag (season two) // louise glück quote // unknown // english text: euripides, elektra // florence and the machine: light of love // tv show: fleabag (season two) // lisa see quote
So we’re celebrating christmas at my aunt’s house and my dad, my 4yo sister and i are on the sofa, while the rest of my family is in the kitchen with a cookie box.
My dad asked my sister to go steal the cookie box.
She went and asked my grandma, who said no.
When she came back, my father told her to secretly take it.
She went and whispered in my grandma’s ear:
“Can i have the cookie box for dad, secretly ?”
Teenager thought
Is just me,or am I the only one who thinks she has no talent but lowkey wishes to be as famous as sister James Charles?
Lmao my life is a joke
Why do I feel like everytime I try to do something nobody gives a shit but if any other humanbeing tries to do that it goes viral :`)
Becoming Our Own Role Models: Embracing the Sacred Sisterhood Shaina Tranquilino July 19, 2024
Societal expectations often dictate norms and aspirations, and the concept of role models holds significant power. For women especially, the quest for role models who embody success, empowerment, and resilience can be both inspiring and challenging. However, there is a profound shift occurring—a movement towards women becoming their own role models and fostering a collective sisterhood that transcends boundaries and empowers all.
Reclaiming the Narrative
Historically, women have looked to figures in the public eye—celebrities, leaders, and pioneers—as beacons of hope and inspiration. While these figures undoubtedly play crucial roles in shaping societal norms and breaking barriers, the true essence of empowerment lies within each woman herself. The journey towards self-discovery and self-empowerment begins by reclaiming the narrative of what it means to be a role model.
Every woman possesses a unique story, a tapestry woven from experiences, challenges, and triumphs. It is within this tapestry that the seeds of inspiration are sown—not just for oneself, but for others who share similar paths. By embracing our own journeys and acknowledging the strength derived from overcoming obstacles, we become living testaments to resilience and empowerment.
Fostering Sisterhood
Central to the concept of becoming our own role models is the idea of fostering sisterhood—a sacred bond that transcends competition and comparison. Sisterhood, at its core, is about lifting each other up, celebrating achievements, and providing unwavering support during moments of doubt. It is a collective embrace that acknowledges the power of unity in the face of adversity.
As women, we have the innate ability to nurture and empower one another. By sharing our stories—both the victories and the challenges—we create a tapestry of collective wisdom that strengthens the fabric of our community. This sisterhood is not about perfection, but rather about authenticity and empathy—a safe space where vulnerability is embraced and where each woman's voice is heard and valued.
Empowering Future Generations
Perhaps the most powerful aspect of becoming our own role models and fostering sisterhood is the ripple effect it creates for future generations. When young girls see women who are unapologetically themselves, who stand tall in the face of adversity, and who support each other wholeheartedly, they are inspired to dream bigger and reach higher.
By embodying authenticity and resilience, we pave the way for a future where women of all backgrounds and aspirations can thrive. We become the architects of change—creating a world where the sacred sisterhood we yearn for at our core becomes a reality for generations to come.
In embracing the journey of becoming our own role models and fostering a sacred sisterhood, we empower not only ourselves but also the world around us. We challenge societal norms, redefine success on our own terms, and uplift each other in ways that transcend boundaries and limitations. Together, we embody the true essence of empowerment—one that begins within and radiates outward, touching lives and inspiring hearts.
As we continue on this journey, let us remember the power of our stories, the strength in our unity, and the beauty of supporting each other along the way. Together, we can create a world where every woman feels empowered to embrace her unique journey and where the sacred sisterhood flourishes in its fullest expression.
Sisterhood is not a destination. But a journey. . . . . . . . . . #instafun #instafollow #instaday #instalife #instalike #instalove #instacool #instagood #instagram #instamood #instawow #enjoy #goodvibes #sisterhood (at Bhubaneswar, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/B78ssPxFBzX/?igshid=e9m7b6t7bxg0
i do not know what it means to be a woman every time i put on a dress it seems to be a masquerade a little girl playing pretend. i am no man that is all i seem to know.
Sisters 🥹💗 @missaccuracy here's a little colored sketch of them fire bending together + kiyi idolizing azula 💗
Perhaps Something Greater
link to Ao3
Hi everyone! I saw all those beautiful fanarts of Gwyn and Catrin, and just had to write something about them. So, this is a quick drabble for day 1 of @gwynweekofficial.
I hope you like it!
The night of the Great Rite was always one of chaos. Amidst flowy fabrics and perfume sprays, you could sometimes distinguish a priestess or another, but the children—Gwyn and Catrin included, at the ripe age of sixteen—were advised to stay as far away as possible from the females preparing. Gwyn wondered why.
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She and Catrin climbed to the top of their favorite tree after Isobel shouted at them for the fifth time that night. Between the breeches and leaves, all Gwyn could see was the shining, silver moon and its reflection on the river. And her sister's beautiful face.
“Perhaps they all go naked and hug each other...” Catrin mused.
Gwyn laughed at Catrin's attempts to guess what exactly happened in the Rite. They knew males and females copulated, of course. It was a subject of great importance to the priestess who taught them biology, for the girls to know what exactly happened between two people for a child to take root. But it was odd, the need to have a huge get-together of sorts, just to have sex.
“Stop this nonsense. They may simply... reunite so the magic is stronger.”
Catrin shrugged, all charm and beauty. She was a spitting image of their mother, with her dark hair and pale complexion, no freckles in sight. Gwyn probably got her colors from their father, but that was something she would never be sure of. Suddenly, Catrin's smile faded and she looked at the stars, huffing a breath.
“Do you think we will participate in it someday? In the Rite, I mean?”
Gwyn considered her. Priestesses of Sangravah were only allowed to participate in the Rite after completely finishing their studies—not only in biology and mathematics or philosophy and literature, but also in their studies about the Mother and the universe. It was a breaking point for all of them, for they could have way more freedom than before.
“I really think so. We are doing well, Cat. We can do it.”
Catrin absently nodded. “Yes, I know. But sometimes... it feels really meaningless, you know?” She stared intently at Gwyn, her huge blue eyes a little wild. “I mean, is that our life? Study, pray, graduate, and then babies?”
Gwyn studied her sister. They had already talked about it, how they were raised almost to be just mothers. How Catrin sometimes wanted... more.
“It is... odd, I know. But I fear we don't have many options.”
Catrin's eyes glinted with mist as the wind gently blew her hair. “We could run.” This rakish smile illuminated her face.
Gwyn's mouth went fully agape, and her sister laughed.
“We can't run!”
“Why not?”
“Cat, we have a whole life here! And, only Mother knows what they’ll do to females like... us, out there.”
The mood darkened, growing heavier as they thought of their mother. Of how she went to take a swim and came back weeks later, dragged by the river flow, a gaping wound where her heart was supposed to be.
“I know, I know. I just... wonder sometimes. If I am fit to be a mother.”
Gwyn's cheeks burned a little when she thought about her own dreams. Dreams of a little girl she would cradle and love and care for, as soon as possible. She reached for Catrin's hands.
“I know. Perhaps there is another path for you, my beloved sister. There's no shame in wanting different things, and I pray for you to find your way.”
Catrin puffed and rolled her eyes, but Gwyn could see the grateful, loving glint in them.
“Enough of talking like our High Priestess. I think the carriages are here. Should we go down to spy on them?”
Gwyn threw her head back and laughed before agreeing with her sister. As they watched the carriages go away, she wondered when she would be the one leaving inside them.
She hoped Catrin would be by her side, too.
If you like books, comedy, and violence, check out the movie Gunpowder Milkshake on Netflix
SONG OF THE DAY
Day #26
ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOYYYYYYYYYYYY
Today's song is Because I Liked a Boy by Sabrina Carpenter from her 2022 album Emails I Can't Send. I have a massive crush on Carpenter and I am a little shy to say that I appreciated her Instagram before listening to her discography properly. I was blown away by how skilled of a lyricist she was and I do love the witty and sexy energy in her other tracks like Please Please Please or Nonsense, but Because I Loved a Boy had me singing the chorus on the first listen. Oh my gosh, this song is a sucker punch and makes me want to hug my younger self. It also makes me want to hug every woman in my life the same way the Girl So Confusing Remix with Lorde did to the internet a little while ago. I think it's a universal experience for every young woman - you will be hurt by someone you love, and you will hurt someone because of love. I think we become so invested in finding villains or victims when witnessing complicated romances that we forget that everyone involved is hurting regardless of who threw the first stone. That's my two cents anyway as someone who has been in Carpenter's seat like in the song's narrative and regretfully the one who caused harm while under the haze of jealousy or for the shallow reasoning of ‘being in the right’. The song brings me back to the toxicity and devastating heartbreak of my first love, but it also fills me with the uplifting comradery of sisterhood: while I was crying because I liked a boy, Carpenter and many other girls were as well, then we became stronger, and the women we are today despite it.
“I’m the hot topic on your tongue
I'm a rebound gettin’ ‘round stealin’ from the young
Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice
All because I liked a boy”
