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spinsterbootcamp · 6 years
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spinsterbootcamp · 6 years
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Me: I wanna fall in love.
Aphrodite: With who??
Me: With myself.
Aphrodite: THAT’S MY GIRRRL
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spinsterbootcamp · 6 years
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tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.
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it’s officially impossible for me to fall in love bc last night at a party drunk-me remembered that sober-me had thrown 3 funsize kitkats into my bag with the explicit thought “drunk-me is going to be so excited when she finds these” and i don’t think any other person is gonna be able to love me like that
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Why not fall in love?
I got shit to do
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“Perhaps the most important thing we bring to another person is the silence in us, not the sort of silence that is filled with unspoken criticism or hard withdrawal. The sort of silence that is a place of refuge, of rest, of acceptance of someone as they are. We are all hungry for this other silence. It is hard to find. In its presence we can remember something beyond the moment, a strength on which to build a life. Silence is a place of great power and healing.”
— Rachel Remen  (via words-of-emotion)
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spinsterbootcamp · 6 years
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I honestly always find the term ‘spinster’ as referring to an elderly, never-married woman as funny because you know what?
Wool was a huge industry in Europe in the middle ages. It was hugely in demand, particularly broadcloth, and was a valuable trade good. A great deal of wool was owned by monasteries and landed gentry who owned the land. 
And, well, the only way to spin wool into yarn to make broadcloth was by hand. 
This was viewed as a feminine occupation, and below the dignity of the monks and male gentry that largely ran the trade. 
So what did they do?
They hired women to spin it. And, turns out, this was a stable job that paid very well. Well enough that it was one of the few viable economic options considered ‘respectable’ outside of marriage for a woman. A spinster could earn quite a tidy salary for her art, and maintain full control over her own money, no husband required. 
So, naturally, women who had little interest in marriage or men? Grabbed this opportunity with both hands and ran with it. Of course, most people didn’t get this, because All Women Want Is Husbands, Right?
So when people say ‘spinster’ as in ‘spinster aunt’, they are TRYING to conjure up an image of a little old lady who is lonely and bitter. 
But what I HEAR are the smiles and laughter of a million women as they earned their own money in their own homes and controlled their own fortunes and lived life on their own terms, and damn what society expected of them. 
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spinsterbootcamp · 6 years
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emily brontë suggestion: be a recluse with a foul temper, wander the moors without a bonnet, shadowed by your mastiff dog, and be so eccentric the people of your village assume that, although you are the minister’s daughter, you are a particular kind of witch
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spinsterbootcamp · 6 years
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decline a proposal of marriage
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also i loved going to the movies alone and i loved taking a walk and doing my groceries at my own pace without having anyone constantly talking to me and asking me stuff i literally was not made for prolonged human interaction doing things alone is so peaceful
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spinsterbootcamp · 6 years
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I STRIP DOWN TO MY UNDERWEAR AND EAT ALONE IN MY BED. I THINK, THIS IS WHAT LONELINESS FEELS LIKE. AND I LET MYSELF SINK INTO IT
— Trista Mateer, from Instead of Writing Our Breakup Poem
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spinsterbootcamp · 7 years
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my kink is closing doors so that i am in complete solitude
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spinsterbootcamp · 7 years
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current relationship status: sleeping diagonally across my queen size bed
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spinsterbootcamp · 7 years
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This book is actual perfection.
A spinster’s Dream.
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