"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."
"Everybody says this place is beautiful, and you'd be so crazy to say goodbye.
Everything's the same, this town is pitiful.. and I'll be getting out, as soon as I can fly... "
∴ 22. Texas. Student. Night owl. Musically entranced. Hopeless Romantic.