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 words-of-emotion)

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That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second. (via angiellehcim)

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