There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
NIKITA GILLOur stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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That growth is simply learning how to suffer, gracefully, elegantly constantly moving and travelling without letting your pain tear you apart.
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I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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She is unpredictable, and unpredictable is another word for ‘threat’ when a woman wears it well.
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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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Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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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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She takes her life and starts turning it into something beautiful without him. She learns how to love herself in the most intricate of ways. She goes out and spends time with her friends when she is lonely. She learns to love her alone.
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How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.
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Nothing will come of forcing yourself to compete your way out of trauma.
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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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Everyone you love is slowly dying and if you choose not to love them right they will die without knowing.
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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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