"You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes."
"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."
Anonymous asked: Hey! Tell me about your saddle! What measurements is it?
16 inch seat, medium tree. I can send you pictures of the tree measurements and whatnot, if you come off anonymous. :)
