Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
NIKITA GILLDid you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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We remember that family is not just those of blood. But also those we choose to love.
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Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.
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Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.
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All because you were born into a family that could afford these things for you. This is called a privilege and you must never forget it.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Womanhood is rich with unlearning. How to unlearn the way you hate your body.
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And they didn’t spend years painting your soul into masterpiece-like existence for you to waste it on someone who doesn’t appreciate you.
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When no one aids you, you build your own legs.
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Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.
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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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There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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Lies are often truth-shaped. They’re only containers you must turn inside out and shake till the truth tumbles out, wide eyed and confused, blinking in a light it never thought it would see.
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These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.
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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.
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I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
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