#inspirational-quotes-for-women

[quotelr]

If seeds despaired in their darkest hours, they would never rise to enjoy their brightest days.

Matshona Dhliwayo

[becomingher-era]

The feminine urge to be pretty, make more money, and get closer to God.

[its0you]

[spoiledbratblog]

[sakshinarula]

I feel like a galaxy when you look at me. No one has ever looked at my darkness with so much love.

-The Art Of Staying Lost, Sakshi Narula

[fyi-iyanni]

[life-spire]

[theorahsart]

Some little doodles and inspirational quotes from Camille Desmoulins, Louis Antoine Saint-Just, and Maximilien Robespierre 💖

I've made these 3 cos I'm making some stickers for a comic convention thats very soon, and did the most 'famous' people for starters/who ppl following me might know from my comic :3

But when I have free time I'm definately gonna make some of lesser discussed but equally inspiring revolutionaries~

[asamitaka2003]

"I wish people came with a warning sign so I could be prepared for what's coming next"

- Sometimes I wish

[belamercado]

Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy... Sometimes, the men-they come with keys, and sometimes, they come with hammers.

- Warsan Shire

[thepersonalwords]

Be like stars; instead of cursing the darkness, shine.

Matshona Dhliwayo

[thepersonalquotes]

If an eagle is teaching you to fly, ignore the advice of turkeys.

Matshona Dhliwayo

[becomingher-era]

The woman I will be in 6 months>>>

[starryvomit]

“If you do not tell your story, someone else will, and they will tell it wrong.”

-Kane Smego, 2014.

[cryinginmelodrama]

Grief is a cruel promise. Everyone says it will get better, as if that’s some consolation, as if that’s not the greatest tragedy of all. Because one day, I’ll wake up, and the edges of this pain will be dulled. The world will turn a little softer, the weight on my chest a little lighter. And that feels like betrayal. It feels dishonorable to live in a world where the hurt doesn’t claw at my insides with the same ferocity. Because I’ll still be here, and they won’t, and it feels obscene to move forward when they cannot. I don’t want it to get better. I want this grief to linger, to carve itself into my bones, to nestle deep inside my chest, close to the heart that still aches for them. This pain is the last gift they left me; it’s the proof that they mattered. That they shook my world and left it unsteady, that they changed the shape of my days and nights. It’s the scar their love left behind, the tender reminder that I was once touched by a life that has slipped away. I’m in no hurry to be better. I want this ache to echo for as long as it can, like a name spoken into the wind, like a memory that refuses to fade. Because in this grief, I find traces of them still—teaching me in silence, guiding me through the darkness they left behind. It is a broken kind of wisdom, one that reminds me that to love is to lose and still reach out with trembling hands.

[daughterofchaosstuff]

the traumatized urge to delete all social media and return to the shadows of anonymity🤝🏻the healed urge to be seen and stay connected.