(Source: revitalisation, via wishingskiesofbllue)
(via northeastregional)
(Source: deathswasteland, via rraz-de-maree)
(Source: lipsforeversealed, via rraz-de-maree)
“Blown Kiss”
(Source: constantneverland, via c-loveinthetimeofdragons)
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.”
― Joan Crawford
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