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_James Emory ~ He/Him ~ 26_ . : Trans ~ Panromantic : . Writer. Aba. Hufflepuff. Reader. Nightvalian. Destiel Shipper.

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You could eat a priest. A whole priest. Not just a little priest. A big, fat, toothsome priest.

[theoldestchorusgirlintheworld]

1. Fiona Apple, Left Alone 2. Miranda July, It Chooses You 3. Jean Rhys, Good Morning Midnight 4. Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women 5. Cat Power, No Sense 6. Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name 7. Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea 8. Julia Holter, Have You In My Wilderness 9. Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse 10. Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women

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i wanna scream! bless these women

[meanwhilepoetry]

[meanwhilepoetry]

However difficult you think you are, there is someone out there who will love you.

They will hold your hand through your anxiety. They will be there for you even on your worst, angriest days. They will allow you to grow and evolve in the way you need. And even when you make mistakes, they will take the time to understand you and forgive you.

Love is not a thing that needs to be earned by changing yourself from the person you are. You can better yourself, but never ever think you need to better yourself for anyone other than yourself. Those kind of changes never last.

This is the kind of love you deserve. This is the kind of love you need. No one is too difficult to love when they have love in their hearts to give to others. Please don’t believe whoever told you that you will never find the love you need, not even yourself. Don’t tell yourself that changing who you are will get you the love you need. Because this you, all raw, all broken is still beautiful, is incredibly wonderful to someone.

Believe in yourself. You are not too difficult to love.

And you deserve love. Just like this. Just as you are.

Nikita Gill, You Deserve Love

[meanwhilepoetry]

One day you will find someone who doesn’t look at you and see only the broken pieces. Instead they will see the light that shines through those cracks. They will help you grow flowers within those pieces of you that you assume will never live or breathe or grow again.

One day you will find someone who doesn’t allow you to see only the worst in yourself. Instead they will show you the same reflection in the mirror that you have come to hate so much and show you the flecks of gold that you have constantly missed seeing in your own eyes, the beauty of your soul as it resides inside your face, the softness inside your heart that glows so beautifully through.

One day you will find someone who shows you that everything that scares you can be defeated. They stand by you and hand you the weapons that will defeat your demons, never once trying to fix you, instead giving you the confidence that you can and you will fix yourself. They are the person who will cheer you on the most, never feeling insecure of your successes, instead encouraging you to grow more successful everyday.

One day you will find someone who will aid you to become the best version of yourself. They show you how brave you truly are and give you perspective on the things that have tried to destroy you. They let you fall apart when you need to and help you piece yourself back together again. Their love for you gets you through everything.

One day you will find someone who brings you healing. They take your hand and walk besides you on this path which you think you are completely alone on. They allow you to take in everything around you at your own pace and at your own time. And most importantly they help you to evolve into the person you need to be. They help you become the hero in your own story.

Nikita Gill, One Day You Will Find Someone Who Brings You Healing

[meanwhilepoetry]

The strongest ones, the most confident ones, the ones who look like they have never needed love from anyone but themselves, those are the people that need love the most. You see, they’ve become so good at hiding their hurt, their pain that people simply forget that they too feel just as insecure and vulnerable as everybody else. They’re expected to laugh through their problems because thats what they have always done and the support that they give others is never returned because no one thinks they need it.

They are so used to be everyone else’s rock, everyone else’s crying shoulder, everyone else’s human to turn to, that when it comes to their own pain, they simply bottle it up and put it away. They cry alone, they hurt alone, they never tell anyone about their nightmares or how cruel life is really being because if they do, they’re afraid people will not see them as strong anymore. They are afraid of crumbling in front of anyone else because they do not want to seem weak and broken.

The strongest ones of us need support more than anything in the world because of being strong so very long that when they fall apart, it is not just a human falling to pieces and recovering, it is an avalanche, a volcanic eruption, the amount of pain that you could not imagine possible for a human to hold within themselves. The strongest people, the toughest ones, disguise their tears behind smiles and avert their eyes when in pain once too often.

This is why it is so important to ask “Are you okay?” more than once sometimes, especially from someone who is that strong. This is why it is important to allow our hearts to understand what our minds cannot when we see someone’s smile change, or their eyes show something their demeanor cannot.

The strongest ones of us need support the most. Because when the time comes to rely on someone they don’t know how, they don’t know how to reach out for a hand as they are so used to being the rock for everyone else that hurts.

Nikita Gill, The Strongest People Need Love The Most

[meanwhilepoetry]

“Everyone you love and everyone you don’t is hurting. Be soft with your words. Be gentle with your actions. Be swift with your kindness.”

— Nikita Gill

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@booksociety‘s out of the ordinary event: fierce fairytales [nikita gill]

You were called Alice after your mother, who took on jabberwocks and armies and won.

Your own jabberwock awaits.

Fearless already runs through your blood.

Now do it justice.

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ii.      -     (cas’ version)

based on poetry by nikita gill (x)

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i.     -     (dean’s version)

based on poetry by nikita gill (x)

[meanwhilepoetry]

Singing at the top of your lungs with someone you care about is a love language. Randomly breaking into a dance together is a love language. Being weird together, knowing how the other person likes their coffee, saying “you’re brilliant” or “you’re beautiful” at unexpected moments are all love languages. Text messages that day “I’m thinking of you”, or “this song reminds me of you” or “how is your day going?” are all ways of saying I miss you and therefore a love language. “Let me know when you’re home safe” is a love language. “Do you want a hug” is a love language. Listening, truly listening to a rant and offering comfort is a love language. So is sitting in silence together. Saying “I believe in you” is a love language and encouraging your passions is a love language too. Look, just look at the thousands of ways people say I love you. They don’t have to use the words at all. All you have to do is listen. Just listen.

- Nikita Gill, Love Language

[meanwhilepoetry]

“The way I love you is easy. It isn’t the kind of wild, quick to light and quick to end passion they talk about in movies. There are no dragons to slay or wars to fight in our movie. It is comfort. It is understanding, it is softness of the very best kind. I love the way the river loves the ocean. It’s the kind of feel good movie that starts on a slightly sad note and ends on an inspiring one. Always finding a way to ebb and flow back to it. And the way the sun rises only after kissing the horizon. There is something so quiet and soft about it. We never shout at each other. We never scream. There isn’t any hostility or anger or resentment. When we do speak, it is soft, the way a bird sings the morning awake. Or how you listen to the waves softly sweep to the land at night. There is a sensitivity there, a maturity beyond our years. An old sort of love, the kind of love that makes people envious when they hear of it’s serenity. I suppose explain to them that this is what happens when two old souls find each other is pointless. Why explain something that is too big to define and too beautiful to waste explaining away? Instead, I will stay here with you. In this moments of quiet, in these moments where we do not ask questions, where we do not doubt our belonging, nor do we hurt in any way. Let us enjoy the spring we have created out of the winters we have faced in our lives. Let us take everything about ourselves and accept each other for who we are. And let us not cry and try to change each other. Instead, let us just grow together for as long as we can grow together. And kiss each other goodbye gently and remember each other well, if the time comes for us to part.”

— Nikita Gill, When Two Old Souls Love Each Other