Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
NIKITA GILLI 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.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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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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No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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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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You see, there can be no life without death.
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You have to choose between freedom and comfort. You choose freedom. Of course you choose freedom.
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Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.
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Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.
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Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.
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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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You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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I hope you never doubt again that even when you are in pain, that you are a miracle, that every part of you is incredible.
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Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs.
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She takes her life and starts turning it into something beautiful without him. She learns how to love herself in the most intricate of ways. She goes out and spends time with her friends when she is lonely. She learns to love her alone.
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In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
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