Call your mother. Tell her you love her. Remember you’re the only person who knows what her heart sounds like from the inside.
— (via forever-and-alwayss)
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 (Anna Quindlen)
Strawberry by Paul Baribeau
I automatically assume people won’t like me, so I don’t talk to them unless they approach me first. I can’t become a part of a crowd because I can’t get past that feeling that I don’t belong.
— Stephanie Kuehner (via psych-facts)