She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.
NIKITA GILLPeople talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Seek no homes in other people’s chests.
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You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
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To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.
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Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art.
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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I will not give up the flowers in my heart for stones just because the world is a hard place. The world is only hard because it needs more flower hearted people.
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You are not his princess. You are your own queen.
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Sometimes, you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling.
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And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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We remember that family is not just those of blood. But also those we choose to love.
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Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.
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I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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