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“Two years he walks the earth, no phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ‘cause “the West is the best.” And now, after two rambling years, comes the final and greatest adventure, the climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the great white North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.”

— “Alexander Supertramp, May 1992.” (Into the Wild)

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““Yeah, I’m gonna take stock of that. No, I am. I am. But I wanted to tell you something. From the bits and pieces I put together, you know, from what you told me about your family, your mother, and your dad. And I know you’ve got your problems with the church too. But there’s some kind of bigger thing we can all appreciate and it sounds like you don’t mind calling it god. But when you forgive, you love. And when you love, god’s light shines on you.””

— Chris McCandless, Into the Wild

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Society - Eddie vedder

Into the wild 🖤

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Unpopular opinion but, despite his flaws, Chris McCandless actually had the balls to seek something deeper in himself and society and tbh he doesn’t deserve the collective and unsolicited shit Krakaur and his audience dump on him to this day.

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catra purring while with adora

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❥ | dianalehr on ig

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some rain for yall

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Puzzlewood, Forest of Dean by Michael Hollis

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“He wore the Black; Jaenelle was the Black. But with her, the Black was not only dark, savage power, it was laughter and mischief and compassion and healing…and snowballs.”

— Daughter of the Blood by Anne Bishop 

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Cause lately I've been dealing with the loneliest nights, trying to see another day alive has been my only fight. I did this alone, I'm doing that alone, I do it all alone, so when I fall, I fall alone.

— Colicchie