But that’s the tricky thing. Nobody’s memory is perfect or complete. We jumble things up.
We lose track of time. We are in one place and another. And it all feels like one long, inescapable moment. It’s just like my mother used to say. The carousel never stops turning.

Meredith Grey

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You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.
S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via larmoyante)

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Twin Peaks (1990)
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