|| "Aries: There’s an SOS traveling through your blood stream, but a NO ENTRY sign stapled to your forehead. Taurus: Don’t call him put together whilst he’s falling apart; you wouldn’t want to clean up that mess of a heart. Gemini: You spent a very long time thinking that you hurt so much you wanted to die. You imagined death might look less like your father and more like your first lover or maybe your last, but somewhere down the line you got scared; bleeding out doesn’t help you breathe in. Cancer: The sunset looks something like your saddest days and that scares them. Leo: You still like to believe that maybe someday someone will come, kiss you in just the right way that you won’t feel broken anymore, but people are not medicine. A person cannot be a cure for sadness. Virgo: She jumped off a twenty-story building at age thirty-two; a swan dive into concrete arms that held her so tightly every bone in her body broke. Libra: Maybe if you put flowers in your hair, you’ll feel like royalty again. Maybe it won’t do a thing. Scorpio: You learned shut down, close the door, no one gets to see me cry; avoidance is the safest way to stay alive. Sagittarius: One raised voice in the room and you shut down; anger is nothing but terrifying. You think closed fists and leg bruises, he thinks love and love and love. Capricorn: You fill yourself up with the saddest of things: smoke, wine, and people who taste like anything but home. The more you hurt yourself, the less inclined you are to hate him. Aquarius: Saturday nights are reserved for the lonely; all the sunset butterflies will take rest in every un-kissed layer of your soul and their wings will be the blanket for your very sleepy sadness. Pisces: At a young age you were taught that the hands of a man are never used to love; anger cannot be civilized. It took you years to learn that a kiss on the lips is far sweeter than a punch to the face." by poemsfeeling

|| "Aries: There’s an SOS traveling through your blood stream, but a NO ENTRY sign stapled to your forehead. Taurus: Don’t call him put together whilst he’s falling apart; you wouldn’t want to clean up that mess of a heart. Gemini: You spent a very long time thinking that you hurt so much you wanted to die. You imagined death might look less like your father and more like your first lover or maybe your last, but somewhere down the line you got scared; bleeding out doesn’t help you breathe in. Cancer: The sunset looks something like your saddest days and that scares them. Leo: You still like to believe that maybe someday someone will come, kiss you in just the right way that you won’t feel broken anymore, but people are not medicine. A person cannot be a cure for sadness. Virgo: She jumped off a twenty-story building at age thirty-two; a swan dive into concrete arms that held her so tightly every bone in her body broke. Libra: Maybe if you put flowers in your hair, you’ll feel like royalty again. Maybe it won’t do a thing. Scorpio: You learned shut down, close the door, no one gets to see me cry; avoidance is the safest way to stay alive. Sagittarius: One raised voice in the room and you shut down; anger is nothing but terrifying. You think closed fists and leg bruises, he thinks love and love and love. Capricorn: You fill yourself up with the saddest of things: smoke, wine, and people who taste like anything but home. The more you hurt yourself, the less inclined you are to hate him. Aquarius: Saturday nights are reserved for the lonely; all the sunset butterflies will take rest in every un-kissed layer of your soul and their wings will be the blanket for your very sleepy sadness. Pisces: At a young age you were taught that the hands of a man are never used to love; anger cannot be civilized. It took you years to learn that a kiss on the lips is far sweeter than a punch to the face." by poemsfeeling

|| "Aries: There’s an SOS traveling through your blood stream, but a NO ENTRY sign stapled to your forehead. Taurus: Don’t call him put together whilst he’s falling apart; you wouldn’t want to clean up that mess of a heart. Gemini: You spent a very long time thinking that you hurt so much you wanted to die. You imagined death might look less like your father and more like your first lover or maybe your last, but somewhere down the line you got scared; bleeding out doesn’t help you breathe in. Cancer: The sunset looks something like your saddest days and that scares them. Leo: You still like to believe that maybe someday someone will come, kiss you in just the right way that you won’t feel broken anymore, but people are not medicine. A person cannot be a cure for sadness. Virgo: She jumped off a twenty-story building at age thirty-two; a swan dive into concrete arms that held her so tightly every bone in her body broke. Libra: Maybe if you put flowers in your hair, you’ll feel like royalty again. Maybe it won’t do a thing. Scorpio: You learned shut down, close the door, no one gets to see me cry; avoidance is the safest way to stay alive. Sagittarius: One raised voice in the room and you shut down; anger is nothing but terrifying. You think closed fists and leg bruises, he thinks love and love and love. Capricorn: You fill yourself up with the saddest of things: smoke, wine, and people who taste like anything but home. The more you hurt yourself, the less inclined you are to hate him. Aquarius: Saturday nights are reserved for the lonely; all the sunset butterflies will take rest in every un-kissed layer of your soul and their wings will be the blanket for your very sleepy sadness. Pisces: At a young age you were taught that the hands of a man are never used to love; anger cannot be civilized. It took you years to learn that a kiss on the lips is far sweeter than a punch to the face." by poemsfeeling

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|| "Aries: There’s an SOS traveling through your blood stream, but a NO ENTRY sign stapled to your forehead. Taurus: Don’t call him put together whilst he’s falling apart; you wouldn’t want to clean up that mess of a heart. Gemini: You spent a very long time thinking that you hurt so much you wanted to die. You imagined death might look less like your father and more like your first lover or maybe your last, but somewhere down the line you got scared; bleeding out doesn’t help you breathe in. Cancer: The sunset looks something like your saddest days and that scares them. Leo: You still like to believe that maybe someday someone will come, kiss you in just the right way that you won’t feel broken anymore, but people are not medicine. A person cannot be a cure for sadness. Virgo: She jumped off a twenty-story building at age thirty-two; a swan dive into concrete arms that held her so tightly every bone in her body broke. Libra: Maybe if you put flowers in your hair, you’ll feel like royalty again. Maybe it won’t do a thing. Scorpio: You learned shut down, close the door, no one gets to see me cry; avoidance is the safest way to stay alive. Sagittarius: One raised voice in the room and you shut down; anger is nothing but terrifying. You think closed fists and leg bruises, he thinks love and love and love. Capricorn: You fill yourself up with the saddest of things: smoke, wine, and people who taste like anything but home. The more you hurt yourself, the less inclined you are to hate him. Aquarius: Saturday nights are reserved for the lonely; all the sunset butterflies will take rest in every un-kissed layer of your soul and their wings will be the blanket for your very sleepy sadness. Pisces: At a young age you were taught that the hands of a man are never used to love; anger cannot be civilized. It took you years to learn that a kiss on the lips is far sweeter than a punch to the face." by poemsfeeling via Instagram http://ift.tt/1NSGz68 at July 07, 2015 at 05:56PM • Details about Mehedi Menafa http://ift.tt/1G78OqZ • Trend News Online : http://ift.tt/1HXcMbL July 07, 2015 at 05:56PM

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