wears heart on sleeve

rock the cowgirl blues, rock too fast for love ♥


May 15
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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)