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.
If you’re naked in someone’s bed and completely vulnerable, and they still tell you how beautiful you are, he is a keeper.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.
—Helen Keller (via kushandwizdom)
So happy that I looked at the open door in front of me.