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If a boy hits my daughter, I will not tell her it is because he likes her, I will instead teach her how to fight back and defend her feelings as much as her body. And if a teacher tries to excuse his behaviour, I will remind them how inflicting pain on someone is a terrible way to show them you like them and a worse way to get attention. Little girls who know how to roar are not sheep to little boys who think they are wolves.
—  Nikita Gill
With war on your heels and wild in your hair, you are more beautiful than you ever were as the docile daughter of a king and the obedient wife of another. In running, you have embraced the half God in your veins. Freedom becomes you.
—  Nikita Gill, Paris To Helen As They Sail To Troy
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REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS PLEASE.


PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

so this user comes into my messages and says this shit. Which 1. I don’t believe a word of and 2. If I tell you I don’t care about your opinion Leave Me The Fuck Alone.

But then.

She rolls into @pantton-sandacers messages too (last photo). And an Anonymous third party’s messages too. Which means she’s going around harassing accounts. Thankfully, I had already talked with @pantton-sandacers and she and the third party were aware of this user.

So if she messages you. Block her. It’s not worth dealing with her. Seriously. Be aware please.

I don’t want anyone else to have to deal with this

PLEASE REBLOG SO EVERYONE HEARS BEFORE SHE GETS TO THEM.

There is so much beauty in where you come from. So much that it terrifies others that do not come from there. This, the way you adorn your lips with their language when they cannot even begin to speak yours. This, the softness with which you carry both your culture and other one you are learning. These, the shoulders on which you bear two countries. And even when their words taunt the way this second language sits in your mouth, you hold your head up with pride. You wear your words so beautifully, even on a foreign tongue they flow with majesty. Splitting oceans and continents apart, you have grown in another land, and you are made of such survival, you have built a home in another. Your ancestors are proud, they are, of everything you have done, everything you have become.
—  Nikita Gill, Immigrant