Into the wilderness

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It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.
2am thoughts
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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 
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Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.
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J’en ai assez de vivre, d’agir, de sentir pour donner tord à celui-ci et raison à celui-là. J’en ai assez de vivre selon l’image que d’autres me donnent de moi. Je décide l’autonomie, je réclame l’indépendance dans l’interdépendance.
Le premier homme, Camus
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I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.
Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness
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