May. 19, 2012116 notes • via jacksonsimpson4




I wake up sometimes and I miss it..

I wake up sometimes and I miss it..





"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."  - Anais Nin (via kari-shma)