In human beings, a black hole is spending your energy loving someone who takes all of your love and gives back nothing in return.
NIKITA GILLThe worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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There are graveyards inside you made of people that made you ache, made of memories that you barely survived made of trauma and heartbreak. These graveyards need to become gardens where you plant flowers that blossom, for you to let go.
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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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You see, there can be no life without death.
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She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
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The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.
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I will not give up the flowers in my heart for stones just because the world is a hard place. The world is only hard because it needs more flower hearted people.
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And they didn’t spend years painting your soul into masterpiece-like existence for you to waste it on someone who doesn’t appreciate you.
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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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As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
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There is no justice in the world. You have to make your own, because believe me, the cosmos that gifted you the chaos, also created you with care.
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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I am trying to stop being the ashes that you left behind.
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How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art.
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Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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