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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 (via kari-shma)

(via nancywilde)

retrogasm:

Who remembers Merry-Go-Round stores?

retrogasm:

Who remembers Merry-Go-Round stores?