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just a little collection of some appalachian vibes

[intheholler]

went on a nice long drive through west virginia today. soooo pretty. i never spent much time there.

it was really nice skitterin through small towns and seeing pride flags hangin on the front doors of businesses in these rural areas. like, more than one. *especially* because WV is one of the most heavily and harmfully stereotyped states in the region

tiny things like this show some things are really changing for the better in appalachia, and i'm tired of people pretendin they ain't just so they got more fuel for their hateful narrative about us.

when i was a teenager i never even saw that kinda thing in comparatively progressive western nc. and now here i was today, windin through the hills of west virginia with rainbows blowing everywhere

keep being loud and unapologetic, y'all. it's working

[souplover-69]

the fire place in a cabin built in the 1820s

[outraspraias]

Robert Wood Lynn, “The Mothman Pronounces Appalachia”

[kimberly40]

Appalachia Life ❤️

Located on White Pine Road in Newland, North Carolina in Avery County

[leesmithvibes]

Colors on a hike in West Virginia

[leesmithvibes]

West Virginia in blue

[banji-effect]

Rosie Lee Tompkins, quilt from the early 1970s

[leesmithvibes]

Broken glass around the foundations of old miners’ homes in Nuttallburg, West Virginia

[kimzplace]

This is what we call a holler. This is a West Virginia holler to be more specific. You can usually tell you're in a holler when you look around and see mountains in pretty much every direction; you're on a road with no painted lines; and, a dead giveaway, when you see a dog standing right smack dab in the middle of the road staring at you like you're about to play a game of chicken. A holler has a head and a mouth...it also has plenty of eyes because if you happen to be a stranger driving up or down the holler, someone has more than likely taken notice - an informal neighborhood watch, if you will. If you live in a holler then you probably know every Tom, Dick and Harry that lives in the holler with you and you're probably kin to more than a few of them. You probably know everybody's business whether you want to or not and they know yours. If you've ever driven up the wrong holler, there's a 99% chance you had to use a stranger's driveway to turn around. It doesn't matter how many times the people that put up the road signs spell it h-o-l-l-o-w, it's a holler - it only makes them look dumb and pretentious to spell it that way. You can live in a holler and still holler at someone but that's a story for another day. - Shane

[banishedchildofeve]

[saltriverroad]

Summer in Seneca, South Carolina

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