"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”"
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via spolnaglad)
"i grew up where everyone around me were critics. i was always told to be cautious with what i say to people and don’t be rude or stupid but don’t be a pushover and don’t say things too loudly or speak without thinking. so everything i saw now is wrong because you can’t fit through those tiny cracks in the rules of don’ts. i’ve learned this way so long that i’m not myself, i’m not a soul. i’m just a conscience with check marks and crossed out words, dos and never ever dos, acceptables and don’t-even-think-about-its. i am not a soul. i am just a tired set of eyes and a beaten down brain."
it’s late and i’m very tired and anxious (via beanae)