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Ritual Dagger, 17th century or earlier, Eastern Tibet, Kham region. Gilt copper alloy and rock crystal.
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.
if a boy doesn’t look a little bit slutty...if he doesn’t look a little bit like a harlot then i don’t want him
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Elif Batuman on feeling like everyone around you seeming so much more formed and opinionate.
Hand painted, exceptionally rare miniature bat fan. On thin shaved wood. Circa 1900.
Ghost Stories and Other Horrid Tales- Edited and Illustrated by Charles W Stuart. Folio Society 1997
late 19th century perfume bottles
“The secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again. That is their mystery and their magic.”
— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via antigonies)
Match & Mate wrapping paper, late 1960s.
that's it that's the whole show