"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." -- Anais Nin

past | present

breathe - 2009-07-15
random - 2009-07-11
rantings of an evolving bitchy queen - 2009-07-07
缺德的贱人... - 2009-06-29
exactly the same thoughts... - 2009-06-20