A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
NIKITA GILLPerfection 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.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
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Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.
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To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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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 nothing more dangerous than a girl who is aware of the flames inside her, and all the damage she can do.
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Fill your life with women that empower you, that help you believe in your magic and aid them to believe in their own exceptional power and their incredible magic too. Women that believe in each other can survive anything. Women who believe in each other create armies that will win kingdoms and wars.
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Girlhood is confronting the parts of you that you think are too dark for anyone to love.
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You see, there can be no life without death.
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I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me, I want to heal that.
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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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There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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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.
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