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You are half fairytale, half girl.

Nikita Gill

I had hoped one day to find someone who loves my monsters, the wolves that I feed, the demons I sing to sleep, the tiger that is my caged heart, the parts of me I do not talk about. I prayed and wished and yearned until I realized that I had already found her within me.
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Day Finding Herself Hope Myself Prayer Realize Sing Sleep Talk
The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.
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God Inspirational Motivational Old Power
Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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Gift Knowledge Light Lose Magic Myself Relationship
All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
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Candle Darkness Death Inspirational Match Night
What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
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Healing Mourning Myself Pay Price
I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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Hungry Love Myself
Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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Art Darkness Knowledge Liberty Power
Listen to me girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with a battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, queens cover before no man.
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Castle Coward Empowerment Heart Listening Man Queen War Yourself
When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.
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Born Day Friendship Myself Wonder
You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Bye Death Yourself
Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
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Complication Healing Messy Survival Ugly
Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.
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Crack Dangerous Grief Hold Myself
Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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Flaw Love Old Perfection Plastic Romance Well Work
Every time a man takes from a woman’s body without her permission, he is disrespecting the womb from which he was born, he is defiling the place that protected him when he was at his most defenseless.
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Born Defense Himself Man Place Time Woman
And she needs no prince or knight to save her, because her might is enough to tame dragons.
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Dragon Inspirational Need Prince Save Tame
A story is no small thing.
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One Liner Small Story

You are half fairytale, half girl.

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