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.
NIKITA GILLMaybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgment.
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To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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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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And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
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Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
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Nothing will come of forcing yourself to compete your way out of trauma.
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And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
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Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.
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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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She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.
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A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.
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