I don’t know how to love people well yet. But I know I can love you the way you deserve, if you let me.
NIKITA GILLThe world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.
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It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.
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Love yourself loudly, dangerously, everywhere people have been afraid to love you, afraid to ask the way to cherish you, afraid to hold you. Love yourself most in these places, because who can be a better teacher to others in how to love you than yourself.
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Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
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Every time a man takes from a woman’s body without her permission, he is disrespecting the womb from which he was born, he is defiling the place that protected him when he was at his most defenseless.
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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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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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Some people will always taste like fire and leave the ones that love them tasting like ash.
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In human beings, a black hole is spending your energy loving someone who takes all of your love and gives back nothing in return.
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Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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She is unpredictable, and unpredictable is another word for ‘threat’ when a woman wears it well.
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Heroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, ‘You do not control me, or own me anymore.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
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