“Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.”

Stephen King

Whoever told you that you were hard to love didn’t truly see you when you spoke about everything you loved, didn’t understand your passion, didn’t know how hard it was for you to get up every morning despite the world trying to knock you down again. You are a bright burning galaxy and some people aren’t worthy of your light - but they don’t want to admit that the fault is their own. You aren’t hard to love. They just didn’t know how to love you for who you are.

Nikita Gill

Dancing around your room to music in the middle of the night is the ultimate form of self care

The great thing about Tumblr is that sometimes someone writes just what you need to read.

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You know what I love about good people? Somewhere someone in this world remembers them solely because of a simple kind act they did. What a beautiful legacy to leave in someone’s head. That they deserve kindness because once, a complete stranger was kind to them.

I just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while and listen to my comfort playlist.

Having someone who understands your mind is another way to be intimate.

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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

I'm once again fighting the urge to fake my death and move to a small city and open a little florist shop or cafe filled with books

Do not ever prioritise anything over your (mental) health. Not school. Not grades. Not chores. Not family. Not friends. I know it is easy to form the habit of ignoring how miserable you actually feel when you have so many responsibilities that need your attention more (at least that is what you think). But you owe it to yourself. You owe it to yourself to stop and listen. To feel what is really going on. To take time to heal what is really going on. Do not ignore the state of your body and mind, for it will only come back worse to the point that you will break. You need to realise that it is not what you deserve. Do not let the world tell you that you are supposed to feel this way all the time. You are not supposed to feel sick and tired, exhausted and empty, lonely and down. You are supposed to feel alive. So please make sure to prioritise yourself before making a choice to prioritise something or someone else.

my soul is in love with yours, and i see nothing else.

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The difference between people is simple. Some see Medusa as the monster, others see Poseidon. Some see the Minotaur as the monster, others see Minos. It depends on who is telling the myth, and who is listening. Some prefer the obvious, others know the insidious speaks louder than most things.

Nikita Gill, Excerpts from Maidens, Myths and Monsters

I’m definitely the type of person who takes the long way home to listen to more songs

bitches be calling themselves academics and have 4 unread books on their bedside table (i’m bitches)

I am tired of writing poems about people who hurt me. I’m tired of writing poems about being traumatised and angry. I’m tired of the way everything feels like a cage these days and I wish exhaustion with loneliness wasn’t the reason why some people fall in love, but we are all tired of not being held, afraid of being alone, we all want someone to look at us like we are the sun, we all wish that when someone kisses us they do not see our tired souls but the moon in our eyes. I’m trying to do better. I’m trying to want myself in a way where I feel I do not need the love of others. Most days, I fail at this. Most days I lie there holding onto love’s tender hands and pretend it is healing to do that. I try to see myself the way I wish someone else would. Like I am beautiful. Like I am enough.

Nikita Gill