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 GILLSurvival 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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Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.
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And they didn’t spend years painting your soul into masterpiece-like existence for you to waste it on someone who doesn’t appreciate you.
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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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The deepest love you can ever have is the love you have for yourself.
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Stop looking for people who only want your beauty and turn away your chaos and darkness.
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All my childhood heroes lived on the page. Now they live in me.
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Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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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.
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
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But I am both nightmare and sin.
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I hope you never doubt again that even when you are in pain, that you are a miracle, that every part of you is incredible.
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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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My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
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