Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
NIKITA GILLYou are not an open wound, they just want you to think you are.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated. It is your hardest days as much as your best days that help you grow. All of this is part of being human.
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The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.
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Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.
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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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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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There is a lightening in our bones and wildfire in our spirits and we will find a way despite it all to survive and thrive.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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You have to choose between freedom and comfort. You choose freedom. Of course you choose freedom.
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So 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.
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.
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A war is still a war even if it is inside your head, did you know this?
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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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You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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