1. Posted on 19 June, 2012

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    Reblogged from nique

    It’s odd when I think of the arc of my life, from child to young woman to aging adult. First I was who I was. Then I didn’t know who I was. Then I invented someone, and became her. Then I’d began to like what I’d invented. And finally, I was what I was again.

    — Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake (via nique)

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