I hate to lose friends. Unfortunately, I think I’m in the middle of that right now (or at least the beginning stages).
The reason why it’s ending isn’t because one of us did something wrong, but rather, because one of us did something right.
wut?
neptune’s inclinations
How many more breaks can a heart take,
before it is unable to remain intact?
How many more scars can form,
before all that’s left is a completely hardened surface?
How many more chances can it give,
before it has given up its last life?
Etheric Ecology 