And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
NIKITA GILLThere are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.
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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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The deepest love you can ever have is the love you have for yourself.
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There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
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You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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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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You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.
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Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.
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Fill your life with women that empower you, that help you believe in your magic and aid them to believe in their own exceptional power and their incredible magic too. Women that believe in each other can survive anything. Women who believe in each other create armies that will win kingdoms and wars.
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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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You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
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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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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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