"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 feel myself diminished, parts of me spiraling away into the darkness, that which is good and honest and true- if you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely?"