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French World War I soldier’s bedroom untouched for over 100 years.

If you genuinely enjoy being alone, do you ever wonder if it is an inherent part of your character or if it stems from feeling inescapably lonely in the first place until you taught yourself to enjoy the peace and happiness one can find in solitude? what if the reason you now prefer & choose solitude at every turn is because you were a very lonely child, or teenager, not by your own choice, and that’s how you learnt to thrive and grow, so you no longer know if you can do that around people? There might also be an element of personal pride, an unconscious “you can’t fire me I quit” point when your brain decided to switch your feelings about solitude from distress to relief. I often find myself defending my love of being alone, to people who worry that I can’t possibly be happy to live in an isolated house in the woods; I insist that I do! I really do specifically enjoy the isolated factor and chose to live here because of it, but then I wonder how to differentiate an ingrained love of solitude from an acquired ability to thrive off unchosen loneliness, to learn from it and be nourished by it; to what extent it might be a form of contentment built on a bedrock of resignation.

In every life there are events that reshape one’s sense of existence. Afterward, all is different and the past is dimmed.

Annie Proulx, Barkskins (via quotespile)

➵ 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 *𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒* 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹... ❤️

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Gatesville, North Carolina

circa 1840

when the quarantine is over we are bringing back the cult of dionysus

date a boy who’s a wolf. not figuratively a wolf literally date a fucking wolf. wolves are strong and cute and have powerful jaws for crushing the bones of men who harass you on the street. wolves are better than men in every respect. have you ever seen a man kill an elk with his teeth, howl at the moon, run at speeds of 35 mph. wolves CANNOT call you slurs

Tired of people talking about sex like Whatevvverrr get your head shrunken and attach it to a keychain

The Reluctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche, 1866