I had hoped one day to find someone who loves my monsters, the wolves that I feed, the demons I sing to sleep, the tiger that is my caged heart, the parts of me I do not talk about. I prayed and wished and yearned until I realized that I had already found her within me.
NIKITA GILLA wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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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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But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Maybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
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Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.
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Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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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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Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
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It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.
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To my children, I will say, ‘Fill your skin with kindness and find solace in your solitude. It takes bravery to be kind. But to be brave you will need to know how to stand for something even if you are completely alone.’
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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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Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
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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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The 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?
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A war is still a war even if it is inside your head, did you know this?
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