There are graveyards inside you made of people that made you ache, made of memories that you barely survived made of trauma and heartbreak. These graveyards need to become gardens where you plant flowers that blossom, for you to let go.
NIKITA GILLThe loneliest thing you can ever do is take very instance where you should grow and waste it by only thinking how could this happen to you?
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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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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Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.
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When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.
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So sing a soft lullaby to the things you hate about yourself, and get to know them too.
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There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
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To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.
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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 are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
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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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The absence of abuse does not automatically equal a healthy relationship. The absence of trauma does not automatically equal joy.
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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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As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
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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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