These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.
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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A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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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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If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?
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Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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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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Forgiveness is easier to give to others than to yourself. But I am slowly learning.
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Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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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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And what if there are things inside you that are much too difficult to love and you wished you were someone else instead?
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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art.
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