your-journey

theurbangent93 asked:

I'm currently on my quest to find self-truth and the origins of my faith. I too, realize the fabrication of Jesus Christ and the psychological control of our people. Is there some specific material I should be looking at to further my knowledge?

Hit me up while you’re on your journey…Each 1 Teach 1…Each 1 Reach 1

Peace King,

Darvin Asafo

Whoever you are, keep this letter with you throughout your college life. Read this if you’re struggling, on the bridge of breaking apart and if you feel that you’re exhausted from studying. Because, I felt it too. But I didn’t quit. I keep pushing forward and make myself a better version every single day. And now, I’m here. On the the other side of the long race that you’ll be heading too, someday. Right now, I finished the entire race. I know you can, too. Never quit. Sow every learning and experiences throughout your college life. And by God’s time, you’ll reap them in their most perfect form. This would be the first step in your journey. Just do your best and enjoy the race.
—  an open letter to all incoming college freshmen // (xv)
She’sGotNigerianCurls ‘Fro Feature: Adetuke

What’s your name and where are you from? 

My name is Adetuke Morgan and I am from Nigeria

Have you been natural all your life? If not, please tell us how and why you decided to go natural

I’ve always loved my natural hair but had to texturise my hair at the age of 9 for my cousin’s wedding; she wanted us flower girls to rock the same hairstyle. My hair was still pretty curly though and when I did cornrows to school, the tips twirled in a really cute way. I always wondered what my natural hair would look like as most of my cousins on my mum’s side rocked their afros. Plus, my hair started to become flat and lacked personality after a while. Also, around that time, I wanted to be known as a Female Saxophonist and I thought natural hair would differentiate me from Yolanda Brown, a pretty popular black female saxophonist with relaxed hair.

Tell us about your Big Chop Day or if you transitioned, about your transition journey.

The first time I did the Big Chop was in August 2011, my last relaxer was December 2010. So during the 8 month transition process, my hair was mostly in braids.

I got heat damage in December 2011 as I straightened my hair using a hot comb for a wedding, but the lady at the Salon didn’t use a heat protectant.

So I had to do the Big Chop again in August 2012 as I had gotten tired of the 2 textures. It was an impromptu decision, I went to the tailor’s, saw a salon nearby and went in and told them to cut off the relaxed ends. I remember I just wanted to chop off the relaxed ends and have fun with my curls. The heat damage caused me to lose some interest in hair care, but lucky for me I had friends around me that were hair lovers. They helped style my hair in fun ways during my second transition journey. One of them did Bantu knots which turned out amazing as you can see in the picture below.

When you have your natural hair out/when you first went natural, is/was there a reaction from family or friends, especially those from the same country you’re from and/or when you go back to your home country (if applicable) 

I got a LOT of negative remarks and unnecessary questions when I went back to my home country, Nigeria on holiday e.g.

·         Why is your hair like this

·         Why did you cut your hair

·         When will you make your hair i.e. braids/weave

·         Your hair looks so hard

·         Are you trying to be a Rasta, etc

At the beginning of my Natural Hair Journey, I used to take these comment personally, get upset or offended. Now, I just brush off the comments as I know the person speaking doesn’t know better. Plus I get wayyyy more positive comments now, people want to touch my hair, they wonder why it’s soo soft and I nail the Afrocentric look pretty well. I’ve inspired quite a few people to go natural and people around me know I’m Natural and proud, my Afro is here to stay.

What recent issues have you had with your hair and how are you resolving/have you resolved them? 

I did a weave sometime last year and the cornrows were done without extensions. My hair is pretty soft so this lead to breakage in the front, my edges are not in their best state so I massage with Black Jamaican Castor oil as often as I can. I’ve also put my hair in crotchet braids so I manipulate it less and my edges now have the chance to grow.

What made you decide to take your healthy hair journey seriously and how’s it going so far? 

I have many close cousins with full, beautiful, natural hair and anytime I saw their hair it reminded me of my natural hair as a child.

What do you think of this new era were in, where many more ladies are big chopping/transitioning and embracing their natural hair?

I love the fact that more ladies are embracing their natural hair, the younger ones now feel like their natural hair is beautiful, especially when they see international superstars like Solange and Janelle Monae rocking their afros.

How would you describe your hair and your relationship with it?

My hair is Black, soft, 4c medium length hair. I love it but sometimes I get frustrated with it so I put it in a protective style.

What’s your typical, current hair regime-wash days, styling, protective styles… 

* Co-wash once a week with my Simple/Giovanni Smooth as silk/Herbal Essences Hello Hydration conditioner

* Deep condition once a month with the Olori “Damage be Gone” Deep Conditioning Treatment

* Protein treatment when I feel like with the product at the Natural Hair Salon in my estate

* Shampoo twice a month with my Giovanni Smooth as silk Shampoo or Elucence Volume Clarifying shampoo

* LOC method before I cornrow at night and then I massage castor oil into my edges in the morning

* My spray bottle has a mixture of water, glycerine, conditioner, extra virgin olive oil, coconut oil, sweet almond oil and tea tree oil. My frequency of spraying it depends on how my hair feels

* My go to style when my Afro is out is a puff

* In terms of protective styles, I like Box Braids, Kinky Twists, Crotchet Braids or my wig

What are your three favourite things about your hair? 

I Love the way it feels

I Love the fact that it’s so versatile

I Love the fact it’s a conversation starter

How do you feel about shrinkage and how do you deal with it? 

I embrace it and add cute accessories or funky earrings to make the look interesting

What are your favourite hair products so far? 

My spray bottle mix

Extra Virgin Olive Oil

Whipped shea butter

Ecostyler with argan oil (red top)

Jamaican Black Castor Oil

What are your favourite protective styles? 

Box Braids, Kinky Twists, Crotchet Braids and my good ol’ trusty wig

What 3 pieces of vital advice would you leave to other naturals? 

Rock your hair and rock it well.

Embrace your curls
When you get tired of styling your fro, get a protective style done so you don’t yield into the temptation of relaxing it.

Accessories are your best friend.

Make up helps too especially when rocking a twa: A red lip can boost your confidence in soo many ways, Eyebrows frame your face, when shaped your face is properly defined and looks more feminine.

Dress for your shape, I used to be a tomboy but over the years I’ve become more girly. I try not to wear baggy clothes when my fro is out so I look ladylike

Love Yourself and Be Confident

Beauty is Skin Deep so if your self esteem is low, it will show.

Any favourite natural hair bloggers? Please link them if so! We can never have enough naturalistas to look up to and learn from 

The Kink and I

African Naturalistas

What forms of social media can we find you on?                 

You can find me on Twitter and Instagram @tukemorgan

Facebook: Tuke’s Quest

Blog: www.tukesquest.com

How to Make a Torch

After last night, torches are going to very quickly become something I use quite often. Not only can they provide light in the dark, but they can act as your ritual fire if you can’t get one going, they can provide warmth on your journey if it’s cold, and if you’re traveling through heavily wooded areas, holding your torch ahead of you can bring down any spiderwebs while letting the spider get away unharmed.

Step One
Find a nice thick stick, at least two feet long, and relatively green. I used the handle for my old broom which was probably about three or four feet, but it did be one a bit cumbersome. If you prefer, you can get a metal pipe to make sure it lasts longer.

Step Two
Taper one end of your torch. This will allow you to stick it in the ground as needed. It’s not necessary, but it will certainly be helpful.

Step Three
Using either 100% cotton rope or fabric (I used an old t-shirt), wrap the non-tapered edge of your torch. If you’re using the fabric method, you can either tie the material off with a cotton rope, or you can take the tail end of the wrap and shove it up underneath the starting point. Make sure all of this is done very tightly, as you don’t want it coming undone. I suggest creating at least three thick layers.

Step Four
Soak the rope/cloth end of your torch in olive/vegetable/canola oil. I personally suggest olive oil as it is a very clean burning oil which actually has quite a long history of use. Don’t skimp out on the oil. The more oil, the longer the torch will burn before charring the cotton fabric and putting itself out. I used roughly half a bottle of extra virgin olive oil along with probably 2 ½ cups if vegetable oil and got a burn time of what I assume to be roughly an hour-and-a-half to two hours. I’m certain you can get a longer burn time if you actually soak the torch for a few hours beforehand.

Step Five
Light the torch! It will take it a few minutes to really get going, but once it does you are good to go!

PLEASE please please be smart with these things. Torches are not toys, but a major fire hazard and should be treated with as much common sense and respect as possible. These should only be used outside. If you’re going through a drought or live in a generally dry area then you should not use a torch, as falling debris can easily catch dry grass, leaves, or wood starting a fire. That’s just the debris. The flame itself is not discriminating and will happily ignite anything dry it is held under.

I’ll see if I can get some pictures taken of this process and post them here as well. Happy torch-making!

How Did You Know You Were Trans?

We’ve probably all been asked this, usually from cis people who have trouble wrapping their brains around being trans. But we also get this question from people who are questioning themselves, who are still afraid that maybe they aren’t “actually trans”, that they’re doing it for attention. We get this question from people who don’t connect with the popular trans narrative of, “I knew since I was a kid” and “I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong body” and think that, because they don’t feel that way, they can’t be trans. 

So I’d like to propose that we share our stories - how we came to accept ourselves or maybe about how we’re still trying to silence the doubting voices in our heads. I want to start putting an end to the popular trans narrative by adding our own voices in. That isn’t to say that if your journey matches the popular one, you aren’t allowed to share. Everyone’s journey matters, and everyone’s journey should be heard. 

On June 20th, 2015, I invite you to share your journey. There are several ways you can do this: 

1. Create your own post with your story and tag it, “transnarrativeday” - all one word, please - and femmemen. I’ll be reblogging these text posts throughout the day. 

2. Submit your story directly to this blog.

3. If you’d like to be more or less anonymous, e-mail femmemenblog@gmail.com with your story, and I’ll create a post for you. I will not post your name, e-mail, or anything but the story you’ve included. 

Any trans person can participate, but anything that’s submitted directly to this blog (via submissions or via e-mail) should be by femme transmasculine folks only, just to keep things organized. I’ll also only be reblogging posts that are tagged BOTH transnarrativeday and femmemen. 

While your stories can be as long as you want, I recommend that you keep it to a one or two paragraph summary, then elaborate under a “Read More” so we don’t overwhelm people trying to read all of these. I also encourage you to include a picture of yourself with your posts! It’s not absolutely necessary, but I think it would make your words feel more personal. If you aren’t comfortable including a photo, however, then no worries.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’ll probably be modifying this post based on those questions if people seem to be confused by the same things, so check back every now and then for updates. 

calibraptor asked:

Lunatic+ taught me to truly appreciate you. Also, your horse's round pauldron thing looks like a very smug cyclops.

“Ah, think nothing of it; seeing my lord, my lady, and you through your journeys together was nothing more than my duty would have of me. On another note, I believe what you’re referring to is the sigil of an anointed cavalier. If you look closely, you shall see, er….”

“…a very smug cyclops. You have quite the imagination.”

anonymous asked:

i came out as trans 14 years ago and i wish there'd been a resource like you folks back then, because i've learned so much following you and i likely would have articulated my gender very differently if i had the words y'all have educated me about. half the words i described myself back with then are now out of use (ftm, transsexual, etc), and rightfully eclipsed by such a variety of identities and so i'm reevaluating my gender - again! it's kind of nice to have more options this time. :-D

Awww this is really sweet! <3s to you, anon, and we all work through these things as a community and slowly realize one thing after another. Good luck on your journey!

-Rose

anonymous asked:

Iwatobi club + Rin romantic fails please? :) pile on the fluff!

Hi babu! If there’s ANYTHING that I absolutely, without a DOUBT live for, it’s putting characters in awkward situations. I didn’t put any gifs with these (I think that’s how I’m going to do it with more than one character) so I’m sorry if you were hoping for that! Thanks for requesting!

*****

Imagine…

Romantic fails with your boyfriend.


Haruka Nanase:

   “Oh, that was cold!”

   You shudder as a cool drop of water hits your back and soaks into the mostly dry clothing. It had rained earlier this morning, along with scattered showers destined to take up most of the day. Since neither your boyfriend or you had grabbed an umbrella, plenty of rain that collected in the trees has fallen on you since you started your journey to school.

   At the sound of your exclamation, your boyfriend’s eyebrows knit together in both concern, and slight jealousy at the fact he hadn’t been hit by water yet.

   “Are you sure you don’t want an umbrella?” Haruka mumbles. You nod with a light-hearted grin; recalling his proposal to run back and grab one of the cloth shields.

   “It’s fine; I shouldn’t be that wet-AH!

   A large splash hits your head, and you pat your damp hair with a pout. Continuing on with a sigh, you both head twenty feet further on the sidewalk until you come across a large puddle. The water ripples slightly as the gray clouds begin to sprinkle small drops over the earth.

   At the sight of the puddle, about two feet by four, you instantly turn to your right to pass it, or subdue your water fanatic of a boyfriend if needed. But you stop in shock as you see a quick flutter and hear a splash. Glancing down, a jacket is now lying in the middle of the small puddle. More specifically, Haruka’s jacket is in the small puddle. And it’s getting soaked thouroughly.

   “Haruka, what is-”

   “Cross over, _____. Your feet won’t get wet.” Haruka interrupts. You glance down at the makeshift bridge once again and stifle a laugh.

   “Actually, they will, since your jacket has already been submerged.”

   Haruka looks down to see that you’re right, and sighs as you giggle into your hand.

   “You know I could have just walked around the puddle, right?”


Makoto Tachibana:

   You hum softly as you find yourself wading back and forth through Iwatobi’s large pool alongside the other members of the swim club. No, you’re not in the swim club. You just so happen to be the very proud girlfriend of one of the club’s members; Makoto Tachibana.

   Speaking of him…

   “Alright guys, practice is over! Go change in the locker room, then come back out so we can talk about tomorrow!” Gou shouts to the four boys. They all nod, Haruka quite reluctantly, and shuffle towards the pool walls.

   “Makoto!” You call as he moves to exit the water. He glances back, and you turn to Gou with pleading eyes.

   “Can I please hold Makoto back for a little bit?” You asks. Gou giggles and nods enthusiastically as she heads for the club room.

   “Just this once! And don’t take too long!”

   After hearing the consent, Makoto treads through the water and to your awaiting figure in the shallow part.

   “Did you want to talk about something, _____?” He asks with a small, comforting grin. You shake your head.

   “Actually, I want to do something.”

   “Like what?”

   “Let’s kiss underwater!”

   Almost immediately, a blush smacks Makoto in the face as he chuckles awkwardly from your forward request.

   “_____, why do you want to…?”

   “Please Makoto? I’ve always wanted to try it.” You decide to use your puppy eyes; something you’ve never really been that good at, but still manages to affect your boyfriend. He sighs and nods.

   “Alright, fine-”

   Instead of letting him finish, you excitedly yank him downwards and under the water. Slowly, you open your eyes, and they slightly burn as you stare through the bluish water at your boyfriend. Offering a smile, since his cheeks are still darkened, you move your head forward, closing your eyes, and gently press your lips against Makoto’s.

   They feel slightly softer than usual when submerged, and the fact that you’re practically floating makes it feel as if everything is slow motion, or you’re stuck in time. Your hair swirls in tendrils around your head, and you soon feel Makoto’s hands reach up to hold your cheek and card through the stray strands of hair. You smile even more as you feel more pressure on your lips, and everything seems so perfect. Then, you accidentally part your lips the slightest bit, and…

   You explode from the pool, coughing and hacking as chlorine filled water leaves your body. You slouch over the side, hands on cement, and continue coughing up the liquid as your boyfriend pats your back; apologizing profusely as if it was his idea all along.


Nagisa Hazuki:

   The only sound in your bedroom is the occasional click of your computer mouse as you lazily scroll through Tumblr. Your dashboard seems especially dead tonight, and the dark night outside mixed with the dim lighting of your computer screen is starting to make your eyes droop. Deciding it’s time to sleep, you’re about to stand when a tap on your window captures your attention.

   Swiveling around, you frown at the glass covered by a curtain and listen as another, slightly louder tap echoes in the room.

   What the hell is that?

   Rocking to your feet, you cross the floor and stand by your window; watching the curtain as you listen once again. At first, nothing happens, and you almost abandon your spot, but then a very loud collision rings out along with the sounds of cracking glass.

   Oh no!

   Moving the curtain aside, your eyes widen upon seeing a thin crack running along the glass. Annoyance fills your body, and you fling the window open to stick your head outside and address whatever damaged the pane.

   Before you can glance around, a sharp pain hits your chin. Upon impact, your immediate reaction is to instinctually jerk your head back, and it collides with the top of the window frame.

   “OW!” You yelp as you crash to the floor and cradle your poor skull.

   “_____?” A familiar, innocent voice rings out from the night. “Ah! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you, I was just trying to get your attention!”

   You hoist yourself onto your feet and, rather cautiously, hang yourself out the window once again. When your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you see the outline of your idiotic boyfriend standing in the yard below.

   “Nagisa, that really hurt!” You whine, and recieve a desperate “I’m so sorry!” as you rub your head.

   “Why couldn’t you just knock on the door or something?”

   “I thought this would be more romantic!”

   “Oh sure, I absolutely adore getting dents in my cranium.”

   I’m sorry!


Rei Ryugazaki:

   You’ve always known that your boyfriend is pretty hopeless when it comes to dating. Many times, you’ve had to assume the ‘male’ role to direct the relationship along, although you can’t really say that you hate it. In fact, you rather enjoy making Rei all flustered and speechless. And that is why you are carrying a bouquet of roses through the school hallways.

   Smirking to yourself, you enter your first class as the bright red bundle almost immediately captures everyone’s attention; minus one. His nose is buried within a book as he constantly lifts his hand to push his sliding glasses back. Evilly giggling on the inside, you creep up behind him and lightly tap his shoulder.

   “Rei~” You call. “I got you a present~”

   Hearing your lilting voice, the blue haired boy turns in his seat to recieve a face-full of flowers. He leans away and takes in the sight with reddening cheeks; you, standing there holding out a bouquet of roses with an adorable little smile.

   “You-You got me flowers?” He asks in shock, and you nod.

   “Yep! Only the best presents for the best boyfriend.”

   The compliment makes him blush an even darker shade, and Rei accepts the flowers with a delicate grip. In the middle, amongst the sea of petals, he notices that one flower is slightly more…dull than the silky ones around it.

   “What’s that rose in the middle?” He inquires. Grinning cheekily, you let out a short laugh.

   “That one is a plastic rose! The bouquet represents my love for you; when the last rose dies, that’s when I’ll stop loving you! So, since the plastic rose can’t die, I’m basically saying that I’ll love you forever.”

   A chorus of ‘Aw’s and girly giggles echoes through the classroom as your classmates stare on. Rei seems close to exploding from how red he is, but it slowly fades and is replaced by knit eyebrows.

   “Wait.” He says as he looks at the flowers. “But the plastic rose never really was alive to begin with, so it’s technically already dead. So, at the most, the rest of the flowers probably only have a few more days to live, and if that applies to your love, then it as well will only last a few more days.”

   “…Rei, you’re such a romance murderer.”

   EH?!


Rin Matsuoka:

   It isn’t all that often that you find yourself watching over the Samezuka Academy swimming practices, but when you do, your attention is solely focused on one person; Rin Matsuoka. You’re completely fascinated by his swimming; the speed and agility it takes to achieve such fast times.

   Not to mention he’s your boyfriend.

   You sit in a white, plastic chair as the practice slowly comes to an end and the boys shuffle off into the locker room. Smiling when you catch Rin’s eyes, you stand as he beckons you over with his own grin.

   “You did great today, Rin.” You praise as you stop two feet away; careful to avoid his wet, although fine, body.

   “Hm, that’s only because you were watching. Was I that impressive?” He raises an eyebrow, and you chuckle.

   “Yes, I think you were.”

   “Impressive enough to deserve a hug?”

   Hearing his tease, you step back another foot and hold your hands up in defense.

   “No way Rin, you are soaked!” You laugh. Smiling even wider at the sound of your laughter, Rin quickly reaches forward and grabs your hand; pulling you in swiftly to steal a kiss when you least expect it.

   SMACK!

   “OUCH!

   Apparently, he had pulled you a little too hard, a little too quickly. Instead of kissing you, like he planned, a sharp jolt runs up his face as both of your noses collide harshly.

   “Bad idea, bad idea.” Rin mutters as he holds his aching nose.

   “Tell me about it!” You reply; gripping your own as well and tensing as little flares of pain appear every once in a while.

   “I’m sorry _____, are you okay?”

   “I think so-oh GOSH RIN I’M BLEEDING! RIN THERE’S A LOT OF BLOOD COMING OUT RIGHT NOW!”

Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.
—  John O’Donohue
Try to flirt with my property, and your next journey will be on the cemetery.

hahahah…try mo lang….ililibing kita ng buhay.

charlismum asked:

Hi I've just started a blog mainly to make myself accountable for everything I do and don't do along this crazy journey to being a better healthier me. Just wanted to say I love your posts!!

That’s exactly why I started my tumblr! Good luck on your journey!
Thank you so much :)

anonymous asked:

How do you learn to be proud of your life and not wish to be someone else? Like, I just see my friend and feel inferior like I don't mean as much? Or that they are getting more attention and I am always just there as second best.

“comparison is the thief of joy”- Theodore Roosevelt

We are all on VERY different journeys! Comparing your accomplishments and life to your friends is not fair to you or to your friend. Be true to yourself and do things that you want to do- life can be really rad when you stop comparing and start doing things that will make you proud of your life! Meditation can also be beneficial to aid you along in this process! YOU are great, YOU have the power to do great things!! Believe in that and act on your dreams, whims, impulses :) this life is yours, so make it awesome! 

anonymous asked:

I wish you luck with those summer plans, I am going through a sort of self discovery journey as I actually know very little about myself. I wish you well in your personal journey

I wish you well too! I focus too much on helping others and being obsessed with guys that I literally always lose myself. I’m ready for change! Good luck on your quest my friend! It won’t be easy, but it will be fruitful nonetheless.

i remember one time M.I.A. was talking about singers like Lady Gaga, and she said something along the words of “what kind of journey is that? going from the upper east side to the performing arts school then to a museum or a stadium is such a short journey, is just about 4 miles” and that’s exactly why as an aspiring filmmaker, or simply as a young person wishing to succeed in any field i’m happy but not impressed by the instant success of white rich people whose parents work in the arts or entertainment industry, that would be a disservice to where i come from, who i am and the journey i strive to achieve some day.