Every love does not have to be made of desire. Some loves are kept for the people who stand by you through everything. Some soulmates are sisters not lovers. Some loves are for those who give you hope. And some for the strength, for wisdom, for dreams.
NIKITA GILLYou smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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Maybe living your truth will not make you happy all the time, but it will make you happy every day.
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Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.
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She didn’t just wait for someone to come and rescue her from her discontent and strife, instead she took matters into her own hands and empowered her own future, her own life.
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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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The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
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Sometimes all it takes to help someone survive anything brutal are those six words: ‘None of it was your fault.
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Listen to me girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with a battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, queens cover before no man.
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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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You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.
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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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But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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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.
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She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
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