Nikita Gill

Listen child, the world is not an easy place to live in.

We give it power because we want to, and honestly? There are at least a hundred other things you can be, you should want to be other than beautiful.

If you are going to love someone, you need to love them with all of your heart, all of your soul.

How is someone else going to know how to love you if you do not love yourself?

Because that is the truth, darling. You deserve someone who treats your love like it is more precious than anything else in the world.

I wish society would stop telling little boys that showing emotion is the same thing as being a girl. And being a girl is the same thing as being weak.

Love a soft person. Someone whose strength is not in bravado, but in their quiet.

As you had so many responsibilities so young, you know how to look after yourself from an early age.

It happened to you. You never thought it would, but it happened to you. Someone you loved and trusted was abusive towards you and finally, finally you got the courage to end it, to leave.

No one knows why people who once loved each other more than anything in the world, fall out of love. And the sad thing is, the realisation always hits one person before it hits the other.

You told me that blank white nothingness is what it feels like to be at the centre of a star just as it is falling apart.

1. What has hurt you is a thousand times less than who and what you are. You are not made up of the things that gave you pain alone.

The difference between being thin and being skinny is that when you’re skinny, everyone is constantly trying to get you to eat. As if you are deliberately starving yourself.

1. How do I say this poetically: you fucking destroyed me. 2. The number of calls from you on my phone is zero. The number of calls from me to you is one.

You are the city I grew up in.

To be happy is the goal that most people in this world strive for, but very rarely achieve. How can you possibly be happy every day, every second, every moment? Truth is, you can’t.

Tell them how beautiful they are no matter what anyone else says.

I read something in the paper and it made me think about you. This is what it said: Our lungs contain 300,000 million capillaries. And this is why I thought of you.