But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
NIKITA GILLTo heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Maybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
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I don’t know how to love people well yet. But I know I can love you the way you deserve, if you let me.
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So sing a soft lullaby to the things you hate about yourself, and get to know them too.
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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When I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.
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And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
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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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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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The deepest love you can ever have is the love you have for yourself.
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I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.
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There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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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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