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"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s 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(Source: h-eavenly)
Anonymous said: why aren't you here?:(
I said:
I’ve been so busy. I wish my day had more than 24 hours, so I could do everything I want to :(
