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 GILLThe loneliest thing you can ever do is take very instance where you should grow and waste it by only thinking how could this happen to you?
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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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 have belonged better in your own arms than in anyone else’s. Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.
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There is an old saying that when you meet your soulmate, your heart will not palpitate. Your body will not grow hot. Instead, you will feel like suddenly, you understand everything, and the tranquility of a thousand moons will grow between you. That was how she felt when she saw him.
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Seek no homes in other people’s chests.
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She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.
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Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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You are half fairytale, half girl.
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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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There is no justice in the world. You have to make your own, because believe me, the cosmos that gifted you the chaos, also created you with care.
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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 are still the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told.
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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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