It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
NIKITA GILLThere is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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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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Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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Every time a man takes from a woman’s body without her permission, he is disrespecting the womb from which he was born, he is defiling the place that protected him when he was at his most defenseless.
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She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.
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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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Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.
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Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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What a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you.
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Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
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If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?
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It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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You have never forgotten how home was more than just a language you grew inside your mouth before you said it in a way your tongue bled.
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