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)
Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
— Anonymous (via daddylookingforhisbaby)
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
— John Keats (via daddylookingforhisbaby)