Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
NIKITA GILLAnd I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?
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Because girls who were building empires for themselves did not need kingdoms to shine.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.
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Stop looking for people who only want your beauty and turn away your chaos and darkness.
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You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.
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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 power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
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You are not his princess; you are your own queen.
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Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
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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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She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
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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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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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