Where Strangers Meet...

'blue is the warmest color. blue is the coldest mood.' 
looking at this view is like looking into your eyes - that intense and breathtaking gaze - and for once I understand that something feels like fantasy because they are distant. that is the way of stars… just as it is with people who are beautiful, they disappear easily.

'blue is the warmest color. blue is the coldest mood.'
looking at this view is like looking into your eyes - that intense and breathtaking gaze - and for once I understand that something feels like fantasy because they are distant. that is the way of stars… just as it is with people who are beautiful, they disappear easily.

— 5 days ago
#travel  #santorini  #inspiration  #love is blue 
Saying ‘I love you’ is easy. Living ‘I love you’ is not. 
I was certainly too young and naïve to think that the doing was as simple as the saying, to skip the possibility of feeling the abrupt loneliness while holding hands or lying next to someone, to wake up every morning unyieldingly believing that I could somehow make things work. 
But you know it takes two people to live that ‘I love you’.

Saying ‘I love you’ is easy. Living ‘I love you’ is not.
I was certainly too young and naïve to think that the doing was as simple as the saying, to skip the possibility of feeling the abrupt loneliness while holding hands or lying next to someone, to wake up every morning unyieldingly believing that I could somehow make things work.
But you know it takes two people to live that ‘I love you’.

— 1 week ago with 1 note
#writing  #love  #paris  #photography 
'You'll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you'll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what'll help you find the way home.'
-Azra Tabassum

'You'll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you'll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what'll help you find the way home.'
-Azra Tabassum

— 2 weeks ago
#travel  #paris  #inspiration  #photography 
A beautiful day in Meknes. Sometimes looking at houses and imagining the lives within them give me this thrilling sensation. And with a view like this, you can sit for hours until the sun goes down and even when the lights are up, you might still refuse to move.

A beautiful day in Meknes. Sometimes looking at houses and imagining the lives within them give me this thrilling sensation. And with a view like this, you can sit for hours until the sun goes down and even when the lights are up, you might still refuse to move.

— 3 weeks ago with 2 notes
#writing  #travel  #morocco  #photography 
People said you should love someone who makes you better. I am glad my feelings for you weren’t so close to that side of spectrum. It was just a massive spring infatuation. I know I still have never been in love, that consuming and inseparable love.

I owe you a big apology for what happened the last time we met. It still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth till this day. People act crazy sometimes, so even though what I did was very unacceptable, please do understand that I was putting myself on the table and you had all the power to pick wherever you wanted to throw darts at me. I tried my best and I was undoubtedly scared.

I don’t regret that we met. I learn so much through our brief adventure that there is no shortcut to the way to the heart, that sometimes all you get back is a basket full of broken eggs. It stinks.

You are rude, fickle, messy, too ideal, lazy, extremely unreliable. Your face when you wanted to kick me out of your place and when you were about to kiss me in the morning, oh every time I close my eyes and picture the two expressions on a blank canvas I can’t help but shivering at the abrupt flip of the heart.

Thank you for the tough lesson you threw at me. I hope that one day you can reach and fulfill the life you want, the career you aspire, the journey you embark. With all my sincerity I hope this day will come to you.

-Em

People said you should love someone who makes you better. I am glad my feelings for you weren’t so close to that side of spectrum. It was just a massive spring infatuation. I know I still have never been in love, that consuming and inseparable love.

I owe you a big apology for what happened the last time we met. It still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth till this day. People act crazy sometimes, so even though what I did was very unacceptable, please do understand that I was putting myself on the table and you had all the power to pick wherever you wanted to throw darts at me. I tried my best and I was undoubtedly scared.

I don’t regret that we met. I learn so much through our brief adventure that there is no shortcut to the way to the heart, that sometimes all you get back is a basket full of broken eggs. It stinks.

You are rude, fickle, messy, too ideal, lazy, extremely unreliable. Your face when you wanted to kick me out of your place and when you were about to kiss me in the morning, oh every time I close my eyes and picture the two expressions on a blank canvas I can’t help but shivering at the abrupt flip of the heart.

Thank you for the tough lesson you threw at me. I hope that one day you can reach and fulfill the life you want, the career you aspire, the journey you embark. With all my sincerity I hope this day will come to you.

-Em

— 1 month ago
#writing  #letter  #lesson learned 
There’s a boy whom I met and he will never be anything but a boy whose scars I couldn’t heal. But his smoky smell still lingers till today. So every time I spot a lighter or that tiny burning flame on the tip of a cigarette I can’t help tangling my memory of him with my reality without him.

There’s a boy whom I met and he will never be anything but a boy whose scars I couldn’t heal. But his smoky smell still lingers till today. So every time I spot a lighter or that tiny burning flame on the tip of a cigarette I can’t help tangling my memory of him with my reality without him.

— 1 month ago with 1 note
#writing  #where is the love  #art 
'Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.’
Perhaps because my time in this lovely place is coming to an end that I want to fill up my schedule every day, so much that my mind wouldn’t be able to feel the pressure of time and its dreadful ticking sound. But on a day like this, all I could do is slow down, watch that array of sunshine coloring the scenery, defining the surface, and breathe in the moment, the calmness and stillness so assuring that no amount of other crazy things in my to-do lists could ever bring. 

'Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.’

Perhaps because my time in this lovely place is coming to an end that I want to fill up my schedule every day, so much that my mind wouldn’t be able to feel the pressure of time and its dreadful ticking sound. But on a day like this, all I could do is slow down, watch that array of sunshine coloring the scenery, defining the surface, and breathe in the moment, the calmness and stillness so assuring that no amount of other crazy things in my to-do lists could ever bring. 

— 1 month ago
#writing  #haruki murakami  #inspiration  #london  #flowers 
It seems like my life is made of temporary places and scenery, fleeting days and unfamiliar faces, forceful smiles and moments so beautiful yet vanished the second I tried to capture its beauty, non-stop routines and off-balance habits.
These days when I think about life I think of a piece of molded bread forgotten by some rat in that dark corner of the alley hidden behind a lifeless side of the river.

It seems like my life is made of temporary places and scenery, fleeting days and unfamiliar faces, forceful smiles and moments so beautiful yet vanished the second I tried to capture its beauty, non-stop routines and off-balance habits.

These days when I think about life I think of a piece of molded bread forgotten by some rat in that dark corner of the alley hidden behind a lifeless side of the river.

— 1 month ago
#writing  #life  #photography  #sometimes it's hard 




If people can create the map of the Earth, can they also make a map of the Heart?
Where should I turn, can I walk, do I have to run, how far do I have to go, is there a shortcut, would I be able to reach the final destination, is there a final destination at all, what if someone reaches the Heart before me, will I be able to start again and where do I even start? With all the breakthrough technologies, why do I feel lost more than ever?
The map of Heart changes in every single heart beat. How can one keep up with that?

If people can create the map of the Earth, can they also make a map of the Heart?

Where should I turn, can I walk, do I have to run, how far do I have to go, is there a shortcut, would I be able to reach the final destination, is there a final destination at all, what if someone reaches the Heart before me, will I be able to start again and where do I even start? With all the breakthrough technologies, why do I feel lost more than ever?

The map of Heart changes in every single heart beat. How can one keep up with that?

— 2 months ago
#writing  #where is the love  #photography  #map 
Every time I said good bye to someone, whomever they might be, especially after we had spent a great time together, I was left with this anxiety of never seeing them again. So I tried to hold them a little tighter, look into their eyes a little longer, and inhale their scents as if I could carry them with me wherever I went. Who knows I might never get to see them again. 
That longing for human connection and compassion… 
That moment when I started missing strangers the minute I let go of their warm stare…

Every time I said good bye to someone, whomever they might be, especially after we had spent a great time together, I was left with this anxiety of never seeing them again. So I tried to hold them a little tighter, look into their eyes a little longer, and inhale their scents as if I could carry them with me wherever I went. Who knows I might never get to see them again.

That longing for human connection and compassion…

That moment when I started missing strangers the minute I let go of their warm stare…

— 2 months ago with 2 notes
#writing  #free people  #longing  #lost in translation