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.
NIKITA GILLBurn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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Seek no homes in other people’s chests.
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And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
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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 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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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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All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
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And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
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A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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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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I lost a God once.
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And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.
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Nothing will come of forcing yourself to compete your way out of trauma.
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