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Prepare Stones 💎Smudge #fullmoonvibes #warrior #fullmoonmagic #oneofakind #lovenlite #believe #smile #midnightmeditation https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs2N8sqgYk_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=141w4g2zz3kkw

#fullmoonvibes #warrior #fullmoonmagic #oneofakind #lovenlite #believe #smile #midnightmeditation

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“As soon as I wake up, I check my phone”

- hoping there’s a message from you

#morningmylove

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Woman is a being through which man feel connected to nature as woman is very similar to nature in birth-giving and life-blooming characteristics. That is why many languages use the term of ‘mothernature’ while referring to nature. Since she is the bridge between life and man, and the for giving despite all. She is able to recreate herself and that is the source to her characteristics. Woman not only causes a miracle by giving birth, but also has the ability to reconstitute herself spiritually. And she fulfills this by putting herself into the center.

And yet ‘Budding’, the exhibition by Emel Karakozak depicts these characteristics of woman using all the aesthetic and composition figures of photography. Though the word ‘budding’ reminds us of the ’body’ in English, it means ‘reproduction, regain of life, regeneration of a cell’. Just like the photography of Karakozak…

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#LucileBallofJoy

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Full moon

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World’s Coolest Library in China With 1.2 Million Books, And Its Interior Will Take Your Breath Away 😍

Name a book lover 😍

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“Things went to hell when I stopped writing for myself, when the emotions running in me became figures on a shelf, my chest aches for the words that had once filled my lungs with oxygen, where tightness had been once. There is nothing more natural than poetry filling my pages and yet I can’t find it in me, haven’t created anything in ages. Because even right now I cannot tell if these lines were rhymed for writing’s sake or just put down on this sheet for the readers that hesitate.”

— // the struggles of a poet j.d.m.