be happy, eat lobster.

Baked my first loaf of bread. My house smells like rosemary and I don’t mind one bit 🌿
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 thedapperproject)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via thedapperproject)


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