Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
NIKITA GILLWhat a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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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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Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.
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You are not his princess; you are your own queen.
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Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.
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I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed.
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If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?
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Nothing makes her want to be less adventurous or give up her eternal search for something to quench her wanderlust.
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You are not his princess. You are your own queen.
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Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.
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Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.
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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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The loneliest thing you can ever do is take very instance where you should grow and waste it by only thinking how could this happen to you?
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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What if I told you your damage doesn’t define you and the way you survive is no one’s damned business?
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When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.
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I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Girls who survive trauma do wear a certain vulnerability around them, but this kind of vulnerability is from where their greatest strength stems.
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Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.
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Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated. It is your hardest days as much as your best days that help you grow. All of this is part of being human.
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And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.
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And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
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But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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