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What’s my dream job? Be a cat.

What’s my dream job? Be a cat.





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 realizes)


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