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 (via moldavia)|
I kinda wish that my future husband will stumble upon this tumblr and surprise me with all the lil things i reblogged about. <3