even destructive things like our love were not built to last forever.
Catalog
Nikita Gill
The skin she wears may be made of calm / but her bones are made out of chaos.
We all have a room within us, in which we keep the things we have loved deeply, intensely, passionately, but lost forever. My room is full of you. Just you.
The thing with grief is, it never completely goes away, no matter how numb you are.
She is the sea. She loves in floods, with the intensity of ten tempests. Or not at all.
Sometimes it is a blessing to love something / so much more than you love yourself.
If they cannot understand the wildness inside you, they will try to tame it and cage it. Find someone who appreciates the beauty of wild things like you.
You have turned your heart into a museum of people you've loved to keep them alive inside you.
You are a dangerous collection of all my favourite things.
Every morning the sun rises and you, like the plants covered in dew in your garden get a chance to start again.
The earth has never stopped moving, growing, evolving for anyone and neither should you.
Be easy on your soul, it needs softness, it needs time, it needs patience.
To be fully human fully kind and true is full of bruising. Because that is how things become soft.