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. Anaïs Nin (via kushandwizdom)

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Yesterday was so much fun, yes we photobomb we my sister pic lol #cowboytrainingcamp #familytradition #cowboynation #dallascowboys #howboutdemboys
vintage-old-hollywood:

Elvis and lisa marie presley :)
potlandia:

foreal tho :(
Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75. Benjamin Franklin (via acrylicalchemy)

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