I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, I’ve said it a thousand fucking times. That I’m okay, that I’m fine, that it’s all just in my mind.
“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 slekes)
