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 kushandwizdom)

Deep truth.

(via redrubied)
tinkle-bells-hell:

wow
thegoldwynstandard:

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

THIS is the kind of soulmate everyone thinks they’ve found when they get married.  Unfortunately, you never really know until it’s too late when you’ve chosen the wrong partner.  LOVE this couple - and I am so happy for them that they have found each other.  And jealous.

thegoldwynstandard:

humansofnewyork:

“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

THIS is the kind of soulmate everyone thinks they’ve found when they get married.  Unfortunately, you never really know until it’s too late when you’ve chosen the wrong partner.  LOVE this couple - and I am so happy for them that they have found each other.  And jealous.