Do not tell me that girls cannot change the world. I grew on stories of a twelve year old Anne Frank in a cramped, silent room weaving hopeful magic with just a pen. And Ruby Bridges facing racist monsters when she was only six, to become the first African American child to desegregate an all white school. And Anandi Gopal Joshi, only 19 years old and the first woman doctor of India. And Mary Shelley changing the face of fiction forever by inventing a whole new genre at 18. I grew up on tales of girls fighting destiny, carving history with their own two hands, breaking down walls. So if my daughter ever doubts herself because she is told she cannot, I will hand her stories as a sword and faith as a shield and tell her, “You know what? They told Anne and Ruby and Anandi and Mary they couldn’t, too. And it didn’t stop them. Because nothing can stop a girl with eyes aflame with courage and a war song in her chest.”
Nikita Gill, Stories of Girls Who Changed The World
sometimes everything hits you all at once; the good, the bad & the ugly and there are words launched out of your throat your like a catapult of burning arrows; sharp and lethal, and can never be taken back.
you know what i’ve learned? the only thing constant is change – don’t be scared – we’re ALL damaged beyond repair.
some of us just hide it better with makeup and mascaras, some of us hide the bruises under tattoos.
we can walk hand-in-hand witnessing the city illuminating in colors that we could only dream of,
like the first time we fell in love and saw the city and we were lost in complete awe.
monday morning blues with a hang-over & uncomfy shoes but when i see you and you smile you’re so cute i bet you can light up an entire room and remind my heart that life is good
but sometimes i worry that i’m boring you not courting you. when it came to time i never meant you to feel like i was shorting you – the only thing i’d rather be doing is holding you.
especially if you’re feeling cold & blue … and your sensitivity makes you feel so confused … and sometimes i don’t want to share my problems because i don’t want to burden you because it hurts to think that i’m hurting you because i know you’re broken too i can’t ever see myself hurting you unless it’s in servitude when i’m loving you and calling you so enthused because you understand the difference between dominating you and controlling you and if it means going the extra mile i’m going to
you’re the most beautiful thing i ever accidentally strolled into and i’m hoping you always feel safe and loved and soaked in youth and with my arms around you, you will be bulletproof when i’m tightly holding you until you grow into your most beautiful self radiating golden hues
How do you hoist the dead weight carried from another dimension? Shake the archons off your shoulders, quarantine the reptilian brain & choose love over fear.
like you won the lottery. without the echoes of Uncle Sam knocking on your door taxing your mind and sanity.
Maybe the universe is psychotic. Let’s say there are past lives and you weren’t a very nice person and hurt people. Maybe you were a soldier at war & you were ordered to commit murder.
‘Forgive them Father, for they do not know what they do…’
Karma is a bitch, for sure. But if she’s an inter-dimensional bitch holding you accountable for all wrongdoings of all your past lives … when you incarnate into this dimension as an innocent baby with a clean slate – please don’t tell me that this bitch will doom us to a life of misery over shit we had no memory of.
Help me Father, I’m just an atom floating in neoprene amnesia in the static of an artificial simulation designed to minimize your Divine Spark. My mental health is going…
Fuck the past. And let that be a hashtag. Karma in the present is not a bitch, she’s a beautiful adjuster of conflicts ensuring everyone exactly receives what they deserve based on their intentions, decisions and actions in this particular incarnation – and this Karma, is not much of a bitch – just a reminder, to be fucking kind. Life is brutal already as it is … without you hurting people and doing things that you regret.
Unless your kinky bae needs a spanking, but that’s a different story.
You’re breathing right now, here in the present. There is a reason we call it present, because that’s all we have – and it’s a beautiful gift. You live in a simulation which recently had free-will installed in recent update; so welcome to the Matrix version 6: The Free-Will Zone. The apple gave us choice ….
and it’s simply a choice to be of service to others or to be self-serving.
choose wisely, friends.
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