Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.
NIKITA GILLShe is unpredictable, and unpredictable is another word for ‘threat’ when a woman wears it well.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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To my children, I will say, ‘Fill your skin with kindness and find solace in your solitude. It takes bravery to be kind. But to be brave you will need to know how to stand for something even if you are completely alone.’
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Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
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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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All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
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You are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
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I don’t know how to love people well yet. But I know I can love you the way you deserve, if you let me.
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You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
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Forgiveness is easier to give to others than to yourself. But I am slowly learning.
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And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
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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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Even without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.
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Fearless already runs through your blood. Now do it justice.
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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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The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.
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