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Nikita Gill

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.
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Heart Broken Kind Poetry Run Save Wolf
Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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Beyond Children Fluent Hurt Language
How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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Alone Loneliness Speak Voice Yourself
Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs.
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Body Daughter Love Self Love Yourself
If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?
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Divine Each Other God Love Mortal Objection
If you think the value of a woman is only in the curve of her hips and the shape of her breasts, you do not understand how to read beneath her jagged lines, the sacred geometry that make up her glorious heart and her beautiful mind.
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Beautiful Glory Heart Sacred Thinking Understand Value Woman Yourself
There is a knowing in her, she hears them say, that makes her untamable. She has known since she was a child that she is observant in a way that makes them uncomfortable.
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Children Herself Known Observation Tame Uncomfortable
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
You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Bye Death Yourself
The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
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Flame Ghost Instagram Captions Proud Wild Woman
All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order
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Chaos Known Mortal Order
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
But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Brutal Myself Violence Way Woman
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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Death Drown Float God Live Love
Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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Devil Fall Forget God Himself Lost
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

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