And she needs no prince or knight to save her, because her might is enough to tame dragons.
NIKITA GILLGhosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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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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Womanhood is rich with unlearning. How to unlearn the way you hate your body.
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I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed.
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Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.
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We do not abandon those who truly accept us for who we are, and if you could save all the people who accepted you completely, wouldn’t you go back to save them too?
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There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.
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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.
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She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
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And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
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Because girls who were building empires for themselves did not need kingdoms to shine.
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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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It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.
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The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.
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My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
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