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“One of the purest things that will ever happen to you is when you are having the worst day, and you’re rushing around mundane tasks inside your life trying to avoid catching up with yourself because you will crumble and you don’t want anyone to see that, and someone takes your hands and says “Hey, slow down. Just tell me what’s wrong.” Suddenly that huge hole inside your head and your heart feel just a bit better. Because someone does care. And someone loves you enough to know you need to crumble and doesn’t let you do it alone.”

— Nikita Gill 

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It’s taken me some time to understand this, but hearts were made to break so they could resurrect stronger from the wreckage of their own breaking.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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how do you fall out of love with someone?

You fall out of love with someone slowly, much more slowly than you fell in love with them. Falling out of love comes in stages.

You feel every emotion in one; heartbreak, rejection, confusion, nostalgia, wistfulness, anguish. You feel broken. You will want to hang on to something, even thought deep down you know that there is nothing left to hold on to. You overthink for a while, and then you finally accept that you weren’t right for each other.

You spend some time apart, and you begin to see the light again. You start to stop thinking about them constantly, and the echo of their haunting voice in your mind dissipates. Their eyes, their smile, you start to forget them. But a part of them is still with you.

You learn how to live life without them again. You start to remember who you were before them, and you will accept that you have changed after them. You will see that you are a new person. You will pick up the pieces that were left broken on the floor. You will mend yourself.

You will realise that you’re perfectly fine on your own, and you are happy. You will be whole again. You will realise that you are all you need.

I hope you’re doing okay, love.

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis (via wordsnquotes)

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Self care isn’t always pretty , it’s not always candles and a bathtub full of roses , sometimes it’s forcing yourself to get out of bed and dragging yourself , sometimes it’s the pep talk you give to yourself or the quick cry in the corner . sometimes it is convincing yourself to do all these things you should be doing but you have no will whatsoever , sometimes it’s cutting some ties no matter how precious they were , sometimes it’s the bitter medicine you need to give yourself . Self care isn’t always pretty but it’s so worth it .

Kriti.G (via wnq-writers)

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My mother asked me: “have you stopped praying, my daughter?” I imagined the way those words squirmed in the back of her throat, Before she finally opened her mouth and set them free, “Have you?” she asked again, I looked into her eyes and saw Paradise, And when she looked back into mine I watched as Paradise began to flood over, “Please, tell me the truth, my sweet daughter” I took her hands in mine, Dancing my fingers across her skin, Worn and tattered like the pages of her Quran, “Don’t turn away from Allah my child, I beg you” her voice cracked like scorched earth, How could I tell her that I hadn’t faced Mecca in five months, Or that the pages of my Quran hadn’t basked in the light since the day they were bound, Or that my heart is so covered in blackness that I don’t remember what it felt like to be clean, “Don’t forget Allah, my child.” “I won’t, mama.” -h.a.

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Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

Karen Marie Moning, Faefever (via wordsnquotes)

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2017; you taught me more than I could handle. I learned love, loss, everything in between.

caracactus  (via wordsnquotes)

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You are unexplored, unusual, and terrifyingly beautiful. And only a few will know how to love you without breaking you and making you dangerous.

Nikita Gill, To the Heartbroken Ones on this Night (via wordsnquotes)

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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

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I hope one day you’ll be free. Everything has happened and everything is well. I hope that waves will wash away the scars collected from the bottoms of these empty bottles. That your knuckles will no longer be red and bruised, that the smiles in our polaroids will come easy. Look at us. We are the survivors, escaping from waters that once drowned us. I know that our stories are heavy and make it harder for us to fly, but really, your wings are larger than you think.

ractse,  writing prompt #32: write about healing (via wordsnquotes)

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عَسى تَأخيرك عَنْ سَفر “ خَير” It is highly possible that you being delayed from a journey is better for you. و عَسى حِرمآنك مِنْ زَوآج “بَركة” And it is highly possible that you being deprived of marriage is a blessing. و عَسى طّلآقّك منّ زوجك “راحة” And its highly possible that your divorce from your spouse is ease. و عَسى رَدك عَن وَظيفة “مَصلحة” And it is highly possible that you being refused a position is in your best interest. و عَسى تَأخرك و حِرمآنك مِنْ طِفل “خَير” And it is highly possible that a delay in having a child or being deprived from one is for the best. قال الله تعالى: {وَعَسَى أَنْ تَكْرَهُوا شَيْئًا وَهُوَ خَيْرٌ لَكُمْ وَعَسَى أَنْ تُحِبُّوا شَيْئًا وَهُوَ شَرٌّ لَكُمْ وَاللَّهُ يَعْلَمُ وَأَنْتُمْ لَا تَعْلَمُونَ.} - سورة البقرة “And it may be that you dislike a thing which is good for you and that you like a thing which is bad for you. Allah knows but you do not know.” (Aayah 216 Al Baqarah) لأنّه يَعلمْ و أنت لا تَعلمْ .. Because He (Allah) knows and you do not know. فَلآ تتضآيق لأي شَيء يحدُث لك لأنه بإذن الله خَير .. So do not be angry and annoyed for anything which happens to you because by the permission of Allah, it is best for you. يُقآل .. It is said لا تكثر من الشكوَى فَيأتِيك الهمّ ، Do not complain excessively, as worries will come your way. ولكِن ؛ But آكْثِر من الحمدُلِله تأتيك آلسعَآدة “ قال اللَّه عَزَّ وَجَلَّ في القرآن الكريم: { لَئِنْ شَكَرْتُمْ لَأَزِيدَنَّكُمْ) Increase praising Allah, and good fortune will come your way. As الله says in the Honourable Quraan. Verse: “And if you are thankful, I will definitely increase (blessings) for you.”

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What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Jeanette Winterson (via wordsnquotes)

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I crave love, the purest, deepest and rawest form of it. The movie love, the book love, the Romeo-Juliet love. Just someone’s careless kisses on my neck and my yearning lips, Someone to hold hands with and run into the sunset with, Someone I can write about endlessly, never getting tired of writing about how they are my sole galaxy in this dark universe, my one nice thing, About How every word that falls off their lips can put poetry to shame, Or how his eyes have all my favorite colors in one place, right where I can see them. How his hands are rough and strong, And how mine are soft and fragile, How he would kiss my fingers Every time I would remind him why I love him. How he and I would make each other mix tapes and pretend we’re in the 90’s. I wonder if he would write about me too, That’s the dream, two writers in love. Exchanging letters and small notes, Proclaiming our love in ways that haven’t been written about yet, With two different point of views for the same story. I want to dance with him, even though I don’t know how to and I am sure he’s a brilliant dancer, And I want him to sing with me, Even though he is a terrible singer, I want to kiss him, Which is nice cause we’re both great kissers. I want to hear his far fetched theories about alternate universes and how he reckons we stumbled across each other, fate or sheer coincidence? I want to fall in love with the whole person, and not just the idea of them I have constructed in my head. I want to love them for being shitty, for being sad, for being weird, for crying, for being pathetic, For being one hundred percent themselves, and being okay with letting me see every side they deemed unlovable. I want to kiss him lazily like we have all the time in the world and also urgently, like there’s no tomorrow. I want to cuddle with him, trying to burrow myself deeper into his scent and him, That’s what I think heaven will smell like, Leather, cinnamon and him. I think heaven will sound like his voice, Every goddamn thing he says sounds like honey and chocolate milkshakes. Where are you? When are you planning to show up? I am exhausted even though I am only seventeen, But I’ll wait till I am seventy if I have to.

thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wordsnquotes)

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