Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.
NIKITA GILLForgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.
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We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
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Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.
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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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My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
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And she needs no prince or knight to save her, because her might is enough to tame dragons.
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The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
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You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.
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Maybe living your truth will not make you happy all the time, but it will make you happy every day.
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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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Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated. It is your hardest days as much as your best days that help you grow. All of this is part of being human.
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