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.
I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you. I swear to god that’s how they make stars.
First Kiss (creator asked 20 strangers to kiss for the first time)
This makes me unbelievably happy.