If I'm good at something, then it is refusing to be anyone but myself.

Can I just be in WA and away from people already please? I’d love that right now. Three more weeks.

“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 (via vacilandoelmundo)