Darkness, Colour & Light

@rivkahw

Thank you for stopping by and checking out my visual therapy! I was widowed very shortly after separating from my abusive husband. We had 5 sons together. I was given an iphone as a gift in May 2010, and as I started to re-find myself, I found that the creative outlet of iPhoneography was soothing and cathartic. It was a dark journey that has led me to where I am today. After a failed attempt at another relationship, I remain on a journey of single motherhood and soul searching. Tumblr and the iPhoneography community have been such strong pillars in my healing process. I reccomend art therapy to anyone needing who has suffered trauma or grief. It is such a gentle and effective medicine. Up till i started on Tumblr, I started a set on flickr called "inner dark" you can access it here: RivkahW's Inner Dark on Flickr I call my iphone my "musical camera that has a curious little app on it that sometimes allows me to hear the voices of people I know"....I am a bit of a phone phobe, so that I express my creative side on my phone is one of life's ironies.... follow me on twitter too and now follow me on facebook: Darkness, Colour & Light Promote your Page too

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Find me now. Before someone else does.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via bookmania)

Just standing there Source: Fylkesarkivet i Sogn og Fjordane http://ift.tt/2oGjqy7

Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.

Stephen King, The Body. (via wordsnquotes)

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My goals in life have very good goalies

Pay attention when people react with anger and hostility to your boundaries. You have found the edge of where their respect for you ends.

(via psych2go)

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Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.

Henry Rollins (via thelovejournals)

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Notwithstand[ing] your Happiness and your recommendation I hope I shall never marry. Though the most beautiful Creature were waiting for me at the end of a Journey or a Walk; though the carpet were of Silk, the Curtains of the morning Clouds; the chairs and Sofa stuffed with Cygnet’s down; the food Manna, the Wine beyond Claret, the Window opening on Winander mere, I should not feel — or rather my Happiness would not be so fine, as my Solitude is sublime. Then instead of what I have described, there is a Sublimity to welcome me home — The roaring of the wind is my wife and the Stars through the window pane are my Children. The mighty abstract Idea I have of Beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness — an amiable wife and sweet Children I contemplate as a part of that Beauty. But I must have a thousand of those beautiful particles to fill up my heart. I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds — No sooner am I alone than shapes of epic greatness are stationed around me, and serve my Spirit the office which is equivalent to a King’s body guard… I melt into the air with a voluptuousness so delicate that I am content to be alone… I have written this that you might see I have my share of the highest pleasures and that though I may choose to pass my days alone I shall be no Solitary… I am as happy as a Man can be… with the yearning Passion I have for the beautiful, connected and made one with the ambition of my intellect.

Keats

Incarnate

I've probably loved more deeply than you, With more vivid and gripping passion, Been immensely more devoted than you can ever fathom. I've wanted joy for my love with more compulsion than you have ever felt. Their joy is my religion. I have simply loved more than you have. I am a lover, despite that I am entirely alone, despite how it appears: my love leaves me haemorrhaging from my seams, the agony causing me to cry out for it to stop flowing from my open wounds. My blood only pulses with longing, yearning, dizzying desire. My love wakes me daily, It haunts every minute and hour, It won't let me fall asleep at night. I have loved so much more than you have. You could never know or understand how I am love incarnate. 31 October 2016

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I want to start taking pictures again but it all feels too contrived now. I miss the compulsion, distraction and alternative universe it sends me to.

My heart and head want entirely different things. My head is winning. My heart submits because it looks at it's wounds and knows my head is right.

Saturn in the 12th house: Divine labor is riddled with expectation and guilt, the dweller in the oceanic temple, serving and solitary

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I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

Jeanette Winterson

MERCURY IN THE 12TH HOUSE

(via scorpio-astrology)

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Falling in love is some kind of sadistic torture for me.

I AM unlovable: my face, my circumstances.

Falling in love is TORTURE because it is always one sided for me. A living HELL.

Have been worried I have been sinking into misanthropy. But there is no hate. Just immense mistrust and fear of the human species. It's not even necessarily about individual humans. I feel I am just a burden so I avoid making contact if I don't have to. And when I have to I feel so guilty that I'm a pest. But I am treading water. I am rejecting all dogmas, ideologies, theories and beliefs that declare certain questions to be forbidden. I'm in "observer mode". Have been this way longer than I actually realized it. It's not misanthropy. It's the closest I can get to calling "time out!" to the universe.

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So I banish myself to my tower for the protection of others and myself.

5 years of this public service and counting.

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