Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance. Anna Quindlen, Every Last One  (via tiredestprincess)

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I knew what I wanted to run to. But it didn’t exist, so I didn’t leave. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun (via towerofstars)

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