I wish I knew how to be patient, like they do. I wish I could push harder and stand taller every time I’m shoved and pressured and slammed against immovable forces too strong to fight. I wish I knew the taste of clouds, still swollen from rainfall.
Pray Montana Mountains and Valleys (by TylerKnott)
But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.
Virginia Woolf, from The Years (via perfect)