DEAR CANCER, You cradle the souls that come your way. The beaten, the lost, the needing, and the broken look to you in the night like you were the Moon in the sky. They come to you in the night and leave with the Sun when they’re better, but only those that truly love you stay for another night. How you wish you could meet more people who value your nurturing Moon than that radiant blaring Sun some call life. Those that leave with the Sun and come back again for the night will only be met with cold indifference.. and you say, “let the wild beasts of the night feast on their bones” as the lack of the glowing Moon bury them in darkness.
my toxic trait : i hurt in silence and pray that someone loves me enough to notice i’m not being myself
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no more hookup culture. either love someone with all your heart and better one another or die idc
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me for 3 years straight: “sorry i haven’t been myself lately”
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