“Don’t imagine that I think myself perfect — or that I believe it isn’t my fault that many people find me a disagreeable character. I’m often terribly and cantankerously melancholic, irritable — yearning for sympathy as if with a kind of hunger and thirst — I become indifferent, sharp, and sometimes even pour oil on the flames if I don’t get sympathy. I don’t enjoy company, and dealing with people, talking to them, is often painful and difficult for me. But do you know where a great deal if not all of this comes from? Simply from nervousness — I who am terribly sensitive, both physically and morally, only really acquired it in the years when I was deeply miserable.”
— Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo van Gogh, July 1882
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we went backpacking this weekend. the trail is truly our happy place. i love spending time with J and our dog out in the forest, unplugged, exploring. i am so happy he introduced me to this life three years ago. i can’t wait to see more of our new home in the pacific northwest ♥️