Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.
― read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since (via pluiedem)
Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.
― The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, Condos (via headofporridge)