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I promise to plant kisses like seeds on your body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s 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 (via kari-shma)
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