Nikita Gill

Fall in love with someonewho tastes like adventurebut looks likethe calm, beautiful morningafter a terrible storm

People aren't born sad.We make them that way.

The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I've made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.

Tell your daughters how you love your body.Tell them how they must love theirs.Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves__rom their tiger stripes to the soft flesh of their thighs,whether there is a little of them or a lot,whether freckles cover their face or not,whether their curves are plentiful or slim,whether their hair is thick, curly, straight, long or short.Tell them how they inheritedtheir ancestors, souls in their smiles,that their eyes carry countriesthat breathed life into history,that the swing of their hipsdoes not determine their destiny.Tell them never to listen when bodies are critiqued.Tell them every woman__ body is beautifulbecause every woman__ soul is unique.

You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.

... I am done being in love with you." "Why?""I am in love with someone else. Someone who needs it more than you." "Who?" "Me.

Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.

Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

People aren´t born sad.We make them that way.