Toooo true sometimes!
"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)
(Source: to-young, via alwayssparkle)
tonight I’m tangled in my blanket of clouds, dreaming aloud/ things just won’t do with out you, matter of fact
"This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."
— Elizabeth Gilbert (via kari-shma)
