Ask me anything
this is a place where i can store my collection of pieces of life that make me happy and even sometimes sad. regardless, i can escape here and breathe easy for a while.
"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."