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. Every Last One  (via senyahearts)

I think about this too much.

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I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore. Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via missinyouiskillingme)

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