Abducted by sadness no infinite. ♥

  • condition of life, in a nutshell of my own: I will hurt you and you will hurt me. That is how it works, they said. -To become spring, you have to consider the risk of winter. To become a presence, you have to accept the absence.- Therefore, i hope that your human body will someday become more than a cell jail and release you. Even so, if I were a tree, I would have absolutely no reason to love a human.