again and again and again

I am feeling hopeless again.

feeding

if you feed me with milk I’ll turn white

if you feed me with tenderness I’ll turn into a cuddling toy

if you take away my jar I will bite you

quote

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” —Anaïs Nin

luck and wishes

which one am i?

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