Feeling like all my pent-up emotions are manifesting through my body where my life paused until the next call.
Is it gonna snow in Istanbul this year? ❤️☃️
Şu an orada saat kaç? Bana aradaki zaman farkını, silikleşmiş suratları, duvarlara sinmiş kokuları ve yolları anımsatan şeylerden bahset. Uzaktan sesini duyduğum, en derinini bildiğim ama değişimine tanık olamadığım şehri anlat bana. Ya da bırak öyle kalsın, rüyalarıma giren haliyle, beni ben yapan haliyle...
Doors are open, come in 🌿
This moment will remain in time, an eternal mark of my presence sinked in, leaving traces on the silhoutte of Istanbul and reminding me the past in the present.
🎶 And even when you know the way it's gonna blow, It's hard to get around the wind.
Faded beings and places.
My favorite couple 👵🏻❤️👴🏻
To new beginnings ✨
Last day of this extraordinary year, I don’t want to sound too cliche but it’s been almost a year since I started to live abroad and my experiences have been unforgettable. I’ve dropped out school, quit my job in Istanbul and came to Toronto to begin a new chapter. A chapter that started with overwhelming ups and downs, hesitations but fulfillment in the end. Life has a way of moving in circles, a
Capturing snowflakes ❄️
A moment where you feel detached from the external rush, chaos and hustle. Where you started to realize listening your inner voice and harmonizing with your senses gives you the absolute fulfillment, not necessarily related to happiness, but a pure connection with who you really are even in a gloomy moment. A brief getaway from this delusion where we only catch glimpses, little traces of our true
Cheese Magic 🧀✨
Missing Vancouver and being in the wilderness 🌲🐻
A new era will begin tonight, when the dark sky mutate from gloom into vibrant gleam and alter you in a way that no one can entirely recognize, slowly penetrating into your existense. This time you are far away, at a distance from familiar faces and voices; places and certainties. In an unknown land that becomes gradually known, where you discover not only the surrondings but yourself. Tonight, a
I can see it, the inescapable agony that you try to hide when you are surrounded with people. When you move forward in a rush to somewhere only you know, when you grip your thickest layer of clothing. I can see it, in the pretended hustle, in your glance, your steps, the way you breath and softly smile.
A touch leaves traces of one’s spirit.
Postcards from Kensington Market 👐🏼
Christmas vibes 🎄
Layers of Istanbul.
“A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his suffering after a time.” • Homer, The Odyssey
”The same and yet so various, so many souls summed up in a single body.”
I’ve never shared this photo because it’s my walpaper for more than 10 months now 😳 anyways, I thought it was time to stop being selfish, you can take a screenshot from my story and there is gonna be even more wintery photos! ✨
Document your thoughts 👐🏼
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.” • Martin Luther King Jr. - Letter From Birmingham Jail
And the contagious mystery remains, penetrating from scenery into your essence ✨
A bizarre satisfaction is hidden within this inevitable desolation.
Let’s pretend like we are Parisian by starting the day with coffee & croissant 😋
Unshared photos from Istanbul. This capture is becoming much more precious to me after seeing how drastically the area has been changed. But I’ll always remember it the way it was in my memories. A place that I went right after school, a place I met with random strangers and had long conversations, a place that I felt belong, laughed and loved.
Bir hayalin, bir anının veya bir şehrin dört köşeden tutturulmasıydı belki gördüğün çerçevelenmiş fotoğraflar. Kendi benliğini bulsun, zaman onu eskitmesin ve unutulmasın diye...
Blending in with nature 🐿
Reach out 🍂
Is it possible to escape from the default state of restless striving?
A blurry image makes me feel like something is not done, almost like the moment remains being captured, an ineffable ambiguity sprawling. And the time reveals its luster ✨
Winter is coming 🌬
A silent sunset.