Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into… - Nikita Gill

Never ever mistake his silence for weakness. Remember that sometimes the air stills before the onset of a hurricane.

When you go through the moments where you are questioning yourself whether or not it was abuse, remember the way it made you feel. Push away the nostalgia that is trying to minimize it, trying to trick you like a bad magician at a children’s party that the rabbit did come from the hat, that love and abuse come from the same hat.

I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.