There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
NIKITA GILLTo heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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You have never forgotten how home was more than just a language you grew inside your mouth before you said it in a way your tongue bled.
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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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Girls who survive trauma do wear a certain vulnerability around them, but this kind of vulnerability is from where their greatest strength stems.
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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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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
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Listen to me girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with a battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, queens cover before no man.
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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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She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
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And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
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I am more powerful than I am damaged and I will rise from any abyss you drown me in.
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If he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts. You were meant to be loved as a whole.
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The bad new is, what was shattered may never be possible to rebuild. The good new is, what you make in its place will be better than what was destroyed.
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That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me, I want to heal that.
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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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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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