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.
NIKITA GILLAs 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.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
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Somedays I am more wolf than woman. And I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.
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And what if there are things inside you that are much too difficult to love and you wished you were someone else instead?
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What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
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I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.
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There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
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Heroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, ‘You do not control me, or own me anymore.
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It has taken me some time to learn that although karma exists, you can let your hatred go, not by destroying your own magic but by letting it grow.
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They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.
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No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.
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Girls who survive trauma do wear a certain vulnerability around them, but this kind of vulnerability is from where their greatest strength stems.
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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Survival 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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I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed.
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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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