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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.

Nikita Gill

The bad new is, what was shattered may never be possible to rebuild. The good new is, what you make in its place will be better than what was destroyed.
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Bad Better Destroy News Place Possible Rebuild
There is a knowing in her, she hears them say, that makes her untamable. She has known since she was a child that she is observant in a way that makes them uncomfortable.
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Children Herself Known Observation Tame Uncomfortable
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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Complication Growth Healing Human Survival Ugly
The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
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Flame Ghost Instagram Captions Proud Wild Woman
To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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Forgiveness Healing Heart Mistake Yourself
Knowledge after all is a dark art.
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Art Darkness Knowledge One Liner
There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
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Instagram Captions Moon Soak Woman
If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?
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Divine Each Other God Love Mortal Objection
People aren’t born sad; we make them that way.
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Born People Sadness
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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Appreciation Beginning Bone Girl Love Man Possible Praise Realize Relationship Value Woman Yourself
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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Beautiful Enough God Heart Hope Language
Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.
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Anxiety Drown Panic People Resource Sea
All because you were born into a family that could afford these things for you. This is called a privilege and you must never forget it.
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Afford Born Family Forget Privilege Yourself
These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted.
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Savage Storm Tame Terrible Woman
I lost a God once.
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God Lost Myself
Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
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End Feeling Grief Happiness Reminder

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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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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