heart. broken.

"How's your heart?"

"It's a little bit broken"

 

 

 

 

 

"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 withering, of tarnishing."
 - Anais Nin