Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.
NIKITA GILLSurvival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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When I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.
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People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.
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We have all taken turns being Red Riding Hood and we have all been the wolf.
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But I am both nightmare and sin.
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You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.
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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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A shadow is just a shadow until it starts to scare you.
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You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.
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Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.
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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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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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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.
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