Nikita Gill

Nice guys exist. Believe me they do, because I have realised that I have been looking in all the wrong places. Instead I should have been looking in the direction where I have never looked before.

Take every single person who lessened your shine and bury their memory, without mercy under glow of everything that makes you who you are. And who you are right now, in this moment, is a living, breathing example of how you can survive hell and still, still keep shining.

I’m sober as I can be and I just wanted to say you are no Hercules, because at least he grieved killing those he loved, whereas you didn’t even feel sorry for shattering every part of me that you claimed to love.

Do not allow him to consume you, it is the consumption that will kill your soul, that will destroy your self respect, that will take from you when you are not looking.

The parts of me that belonged to you
are now strewn across this city we once loved.

There is witchcraft in our blood, in our bones we carry the magic that you could not burn away. You see, fire does not eat fire.

You are calling yourself worthless and weak again because you feel like you are taking too long to heal too long to be ‘normal’ again and it makes me ache inside to watch you tear yourself down this way.

Deciding how hurt someone is allowed to be with your behaviour towards them is the emotional equivalent of 1. drowning someone and deciding how loud they are allowed to scream 2.

We teach our daughters shame from the moment they are old enough to walk. Cross your legs, that’s not ladylike, girls don’t act that way, stopembarrassingme.

A friend whilst she was fighting a very aggressive form of cancer, once said to me, “Stop living in ‘forevers’ because forever isn’t yours to give away.

Just for a while, stop looking behind you.

Take a bus, take a train, take your car, just choose a mode of transport that takes you on a journey you have never been before.