Middle Child Musings
Somewhere between memory and expectation.
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“You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.”

— Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via larmoyante)

“As time goes on, this will all pass away into memory, into a story with a beginning and a middle and finally an end. And that transition from the real into fable will bring its own kind of comfort and pain.”

— John Hodgman, “Welcoming Remarks at a Literary Reading, 9/25/01” (McSweeney’s)

“You owe yourself the love that you so freely give to other people.”

alexandraelle, The Love In You (Love In My Language)
jennifercheckmeout:

Why am I laughing so hard

“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)
shylax:

I’m glad there’s finally a term for this type of asshole.