Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated. It is your hardest days as much as your best days that help you grow. All of this is part of being human.
NIKITA GILLI know how to handle noise better than I can handle silence.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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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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When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.
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I wish they could see the tenderness in the way the darkness takes the night’s hand.
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That growth is simply learning how to suffer, gracefully, elegantly constantly moving and travelling without letting your pain tear you apart.
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Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgment.
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But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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Every love does not have to be made of desire. Some loves are kept for the people who stand by you through everything. Some soulmates are sisters not lovers. Some loves are for those who give you hope. And some for the strength, for wisdom, for dreams.
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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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Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.
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She didn’t just wait for someone to come and rescue her from her discontent and strife, instead she took matters into her own hands and empowered her own future, her own life.
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Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.
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I am trying to stop being the ashes that you left behind.
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Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
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Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
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The greatest magic you have is the courage you go digging for, when your world falls apart, the light you still hold, when everything has grown dark.
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The worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.
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My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
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When I set out to find my father, I was not being brave. I was acting out of fear or losing the only parent I ever had. They may want you to believe I was simple being brave, but anxiety makes more heroes than history would care to repeat.
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Heroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, ‘You do not control me, or own me anymore.
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The absence of abuse does not automatically equal a healthy relationship. The absence of trauma does not automatically equal joy.
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The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
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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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