That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me, I want to heal that.
NIKITA GILLTake this as your reminder. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear darkness, some wear wounds.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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There is an old saying that when you meet your soulmate, your heart will not palpitate. Your body will not grow hot. Instead, you will feel like suddenly, you understand everything, and the tranquility of a thousand moons will grow between you. That was how she felt when she saw him.
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And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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We do not abandon those who truly accept us for who we are.
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Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.
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People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
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You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.
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Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.
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Fearless already runs through your blood. Now do it justice.
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Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
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A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.
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Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.
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I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.
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Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.
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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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