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Talking
He: WWhy you still do things with him, if he is your ex?
She: Because I love him.
He: But you are hurting yourself.
She: I know that.
I’d rather teach my daughter how to embrace her wild than teach her how to be ashamed of her body or how to feel guilty for being a woman.
Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)
He was my flawless, guitar, good, beautiful guy. Now he is my beautiful, golden heart, intelligent, pretty husband.
W.D. Toughts
If you want to know what it’s like to survive hell and still come out shining brighter than the sun, just look into her eyes.
Nikita Gill, Persephone (via meanwhilepoetry)
I’ve seen him starting the storms, thunders were his light from the darkness in his soul, but the rain, was me, something he loved much more than ever.
When Halloween comes I can monstrously beautiful.
Have you ever noticed when you hand over a new pen to someone to write with, how the first thing they will usually write is their own name? We do this on misted car windows, on frosted glass, etched on tables, carved into the trunks of trees, whether it is our initials, or our names. I guess we all share a common fear. The fear of being forgotten.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
Sometimes it feels like you are holding a dam together with superglue and behind it is a giant ocean of pain and all you have is this is superglue for the cracks in the cement. The trickles of pain through those cracks are enough to terrify you, but everyone around you seems oblivious, thinking, well you look like you’re holding it together, you look like you’re healing…so you must be fine.
Nikita Gill, What Living with Trauma Feels Like (via meanwhilepoetry)
Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.
Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)
#yorkie is such a relatable character#even before we know what’s going on with her we can feel her excruciating insecurity#we’ve all been there#the writing here is so simple but powerful#they’re a match made in heaven#San Junipero (x)
Some people just shine a bit brighter than others and it’s got nothing to do with what they look like.
James Dawson, Say Her Name (via thegoodvybe)
The Weeknd x Bella Hadid