“Take the day one cautious step at a time. Remember how fearless tastes. Remember how your grandmother told you 'always prepare for the worst… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“The thing I admire most about you is no matter how hard, or how much the world has tried to beat you, break you,… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“The monsters were never under my bed. Because the monsters were inside my head. I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see. Because… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.” — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me. I want to heal… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“She wears strength and darkness equally well, The girl has always been half goddess, half hell” — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted to be, so she grew up to become the strongest of… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.” — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“Don't let a king or a prince or a fairytale tell you you are smaller than that or who you are meant to be.” — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?” — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.” — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“Everything that terrifies you these monsters that keeps you up at night that torment you that make you feel small breakable unable to breathe… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
“Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is… — Nikita Gill Copy Share
