Horoscopes [COMPLETED]

Part 50

Aries: you don't remind me of the dead flowers on my kitchen table; you don't remind me of a foggy highway, or a curtained window, or the slow cracking of the nostalgia-stained paint job in a now-abandoned room.

Taurus: it doesn't matter if it hurts your eyes as long as it's beautiful.

Gemini: i miss liking myself; i miss being someone i knew how to like.

Cancer: your eyelids were made to be kissed, and i hope that fact helps you rest; i hope you give yourself time to sleep, knowing that you are so worth kissing, even when you're snoring.

Leo: you are made from worry and love and i will spend my entire life trying to understand how trust is the only thing you choose to rest your chin on.

Virgo: there are always going to be people who are carrying around dead pieces of you; stop trying to steal them back, there isn't any reason to reclaim something that isn't a part of you anymore.

Libra: sometimes quiet tastes like rust; sometimes the iron in your mouth isn't from your own bitten tongue.

Scorpio: take your sadness and fashion it into a hotel; some people talk about letting sadness be your visitor, but i think it's better to make sadness a place that you can visit whenever you choose, instead of letting your melancholy be the one to decide when the two of you will share a bed.

Sagittarius: i don't know what to tell you except that i hope you make it through this.

Capricorn: lately, in trying to keep your head above water, you have been forgetting to breathe; don't let the sky drown you either, don't let a calm morning be what strangles you.

Aquarius: sometimes your vocal cords are like Luna moths: sometimes your words only come out at night; sometimes they need to be cocooned by your chest before they're strong enough to come out at all.

Pisces: melt through the venom of your childhood; through the flour sifter of your youth I promise you will find something worth sticking to."