Salsabil

“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.”
― Anais Nin

“He's like a drug for you, Bella.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

“If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide,
If cool my heart and high my head
I think 'How lucky are the dead.”
― Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

“See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.”
― Robin Williams