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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?

Nikita Gill

Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.
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Daughter Fear Teaching World
You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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Art Instagram Captions Perfection Strive
When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.
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Fly Harm Herself Hold
Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
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Complication Healing Messy Survival Ugly
Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.
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Beginning Destruction End Life Yourself
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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Blood Growth Home Language Yourself
We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
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Calcium Flame Human Inspirational Magic Motivational Name People
My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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Heart Myself Sustain
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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Stem Strength Survive Trauma Vulnerable
But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Brutal Myself Violence Way Woman
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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Born Control Face Fear Hero Yourself
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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Autumn Beautiful Death Floor Forest Leave
The rose is not everyone’s favorite flower, but that does not make it any less beautiful. There is a lesson for all of us in that.
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Beautiful Favorite Lesson Ourselves Rose
You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.
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Body Collection Dangerous Gold Hands Heart Myself Sing
The worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.
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Best Deep Existence Heart Known Myself Quiet Story Truth Victory Willing Worst
Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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Beginning End Man Trust

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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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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