You see, there can be no life without death.
NIKITA GILLSo when they ask you what you weigh, you don’t need to look down at any scale. Instead, simply tell them the truth; tell them how you weigh whole universes and storms and scars and stories, too.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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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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We do not abandon those who truly accept us for who we are, and if you could save all the people who accepted you completely, wouldn’t you go back to save them too?
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No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.
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The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.
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I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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I hope you never doubt again that even when you are in pain, that you are a miracle, that every part of you is incredible.
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I had hoped one day to find someone who loves my monsters, the wolves that I feed, the demons I sing to sleep, the tiger that is my caged heart, the parts of me I do not talk about. I prayed and wished and yearned until I realized that I had already found her within me.
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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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The world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.
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Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
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The absence of abuse does not automatically equal a healthy relationship. The absence of trauma does not automatically equal joy.
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You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.
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Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.
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I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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