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.
abbylightwood: “ These two drawings were done last year for my life drawing class. They are called Hamartia and Bruce Study. I remember the proffessor saying that he didn’t like when his students used.