Welcome,
My name is Evangeline, and I'm the keeper of The Bunker From Reality. There's not much to know about me. I'm a rather introverted 19 year old history nerd. In particular, I find a great deal of interest in the Second World War. Or perhaps more accurately: The 1930s and 1940s entirely. I'm the kind of person you can most often find tucked away in my room. Typically reading, watching, or writing, about that which fascinates me most. Often, the stories I write never reach the eyes of another person. Not out of secrecy, but because sometimes things are better when they remain in the bunker. Safe and kept out of reach from the outside world.
I often find myself feeling as if I were born in the wrong time. Not in the typical romanticized sense, but in the sense that I feel deeply drawn into the past. My soul settles for a moment when it finds itself between the lines of the books and articles I read.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really looking to understand the past. If maybe I'm not trying to understand them, but rather to understand myself. Perhaps I'm trying to find missing pieces of myself in the past.
If you're reading this then there's good chance you've felt this same pull. Or you think I'm crazy. Regardless, take your time to explore. You're safe here.