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.
NIKITA GILLThere is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
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Because girls who were building empires for themselves did not need kingdoms to shine.
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Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.
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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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It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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Every love does not have to be made of desire. Some loves are kept for the people who stand by you through everything. Some soulmates are sisters not lovers. Some loves are for those who give you hope. And some for the strength, for wisdom, for dreams.
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The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.
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In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
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Love yourself loudly, dangerously, everywhere people have been afraid to love you, afraid to ask the way to cherish you, afraid to hold you. Love yourself most in these places, because who can be a better teacher to others in how to love you than yourself.
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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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You are not his princess; you are your own queen.
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Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.
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How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.
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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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