THE CAT'S MEOW


I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.


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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.
—Anais Nin

(Source: double-door)