In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
NIKITA GILLAnd darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
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And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
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How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?
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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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Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.
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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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I lost a God once.
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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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I wish they could see the tenderness in the way the darkness takes the night’s hand.
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A clever woman is more lethal than a freshly crafted magic wand, and that is why she is fear.
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The world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.
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Lies are often truth-shaped. They’re only containers you must turn inside out and shake till the truth tumbles out, wide eyed and confused, blinking in a light it never thought it would see.
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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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What if I told you your damage doesn’t define you and the way you survive is no one’s damned business?
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Womanhood is rich with unlearning. How to unlearn the way you hate your body.
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Seek no homes in other people’s chests.
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