the Coded Sunset Chaser

this is not a image bank. if one; being you; were to observe the archive and see history being built. this blog is a long story of sorts. understanding emotional image patterns. misunderstanding and apprehensive about what is felt. so take some time, look at what is being seen. be angry, confused, fearful, and so on. there is no voice to understanding what one being knows. space is only space..... all is nothing and all is one.

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Read the Printed Word!
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

— Charles Bukowski (via soulsscrawl)

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I want to be the person you’re scared to lose.
vnvsval (via soulsscrawl)

(via immortal-tigress)

Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 26 August 1956 in Paris (via becomingroux)

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When one gets quiet; then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars—
W.B. Yeats, from The Hour Glass (via violentwavesofemotion)
We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math.

— Bill Yarrow, Bees in the Eaves (via oedameux)

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The heart remains unchanged under it all.
W.B. Yeats, from The Hour Glass (via violentwavesofemotion)
You don’t need anyone’s affection or approval in order to be good enough. When someone rejects or abandons or judges you, it isn’t actually about you. It’s about them and their own insecurities, limitations, and needs, and you don’t have to internalize that. Your worth isn’t contingent upon other people’s acceptance of you — it’s something inherent. You exist, and therefore, you matter. You’re allowed to voice your thoughts and feelings. You’re allowed to assert your needs and take up space. You’re allowed to hold onto the truth that who you are is exactly enough. And you’re allowed to remove anyone from your life who makes you feel otherwise.
— Daniell Koepke (via draggonflyy)

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Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
— Rumi (via lazyyogi)

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Georgia O’Keeffe (Hands) by Alfred Stieglitz
"In 1919 Stieglitz fashioned this photograph of Georgia O’Keeffe’s – his wife’s – hands. 87 years later an original print sold for $1,470,000.”

Anna Karina