A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.
NIKITA GILLAnd power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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It has taken me some time to learn that although karma exists, you can let your hatred go, not by destroying your own magic but by letting it grow.
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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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Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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So sing a soft lullaby to the things you hate about yourself, and get to know them too.
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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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She’s a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.
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Bathe with ice-cold water of the ocean just to feel something again.
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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
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Somedays I am more wolf than woman. And I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.
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She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.
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Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
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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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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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There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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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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