How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
NIKITA GILLIt’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.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.
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Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
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Sometimes, you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling.
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They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.
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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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The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.
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Take this as your reminder. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear darkness, some wear wounds.
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You are not his princess; you are your own queen.
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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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Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
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Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.
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The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
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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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