#*solitude
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lucidicer · 4 months ago
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389 · 6 months ago
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To Our Lady Of Solitude by Dennis Scholl
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wiisagi-maiingan · 2 years ago
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You are allowed to exist alone in public btw. You're allowed to go to the movies alone and go out to eat alone and hang out in a park alone and go for a walk alone and whatever else. It isn't weird or creepy, it doesn't make you lonely or a loser or whatever. You are allowed to just exist as yourself.
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miamaimania · 18 days ago
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"Resting by the Sea" ~ (2020s) by PuZzleLeung 〰️ Body at rest, mind at sea.
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neon-wonderlands · 6 months ago
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feral-ballad · 10 months ago
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Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “—I need days when I can be alone, to think, to daydream.”]
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soracities · 1 year ago
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obsessed w this ("Dostoevsky as lover", Henrik Karlsson)
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swampybogg · 7 months ago
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iambrillyant · 5 months ago
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“walking down your authentic path can be one of the loneliest roads to travel on because the longer you’re on it, the more you realize that only a select few will be compatible with who you are with no mask on.”
— billy chapata
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happyheidi · 9 months ago
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𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾: 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾
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lucidicer · 1 year ago
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i know deep down, that i'll do it again
can i truly feel guilt without a hint of regret? is it guilt if i look back at the actions with fondness? surely one cannot exist without the other, and yet i find that brazenly within myself. palms that should’ve been held and gently kissed instead lie stained with blood that no amount of scrubbing could ever lift, my skin will be torn asunder and that dark red will remain and yet i savor the paradoxical warmth it provides. hollow and shaken, just barely akin to a carcass, he feels the skin as it slides out of place making the job that much harder, his face turned inside out - twisted from the blade but also from shame. i accepted things unfolded as they should’ve, i just wish it could’ve been me in his stead.
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kittyoperas · 6 months ago
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Witch of the Wilds.
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mournfulroses · 7 months ago
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Nikita Gill, from Fierce Fairytales Poems & Stories to Stir Your Soul; "Waking Beauty,"
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louvaints · 1 year ago
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May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]
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mrpickles666goodboy · 4 months ago
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Rock'n'roll? mmm🤔
Mrpickles 💀🤘
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