places to be alone
in a gothic cathedral
lying in bed, listening to summer rain
a hot bubble bath on a wintery day
a bookstore or a library
pine forest, neck craned upwards at trees against the sky
natural history museum
sunrise from a hilltop, with only the birds for company
near a crackling fireplace with a good book and a teacup
in the grass at sunset, watching the clouds and the butterflies
riding a bike down unknown roads and getting lost
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“Cemetery flowers after the ice storm”
by Peter Fricke
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The Veiled Virgin (early's 1850s) by Giovanni Strazza (1818 - 1875).
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Charles James Ball Gowns, New York, 1948
Photograph by Cecil Beaton
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The Gardens of Versailles, France by Rico
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ok but imagine you and your significant other exchanging love letters and hundreds of years later, both of you are dead, those letters are rediscovered and put in a museum then your reincarnated souls walk past those letters at the same time and both of you suddenly get the feeling of already knowing each other for years.
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sometimes we are childish. sometimes we do something our 16 year old self would have done, think something our 11 year old self would have thought, cry like our 7 year old self would have cried. why is this so embarrassing? why does it make us feel such shame? when you’re 20, 30, 40, are you not also every age you’ve been before? do all of your previous incarnations not still live inside of you?
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Simone Weil, tr. by Richard Rees, First and Last Notebooks
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Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
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