There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
NIKITA GILLI know how to handle noise better than I can handle silence.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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Stop looking for people who only want your beauty and turn away your chaos and darkness.
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Love yourself loudly, dangerously, everywhere people have been afraid to love you, afraid to ask the way to cherish you, afraid to hold you. Love yourself most in these places, because who can be a better teacher to others in how to love you than yourself.
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Forgiveness is easier to give to others than to yourself. But I am slowly learning.
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Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.
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You need not fear the wolves you hide in your soul. They were made not to hurt you, but to protect you against this world.
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There is a lightening in our bones and wildfire in our spirits and we will find a way despite it all to survive and thrive.
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I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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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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And she needs no prince or knight to save her, because her might is enough to tame dragons.
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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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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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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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Maybe 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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