#17:10

[purewasteland]

you gently toast the exterior.

[zinzzan]

When I return to the village I always regress to restlessness. Once again in the half-alive feeling of wishing I was out there in the beyond of more sweeping, more passionate feeling. In the glow of the evening, the mud and moss underfoot, I walk. I walk back down alleys and across hills that I had once resented. This was not an unhappy place. This was never my place. This will always be my place.

This time, I still feel the urge to run, to run back to the city and the love and heat and noise of newer, brighter spirits, but now these paths are laced with the purposeful distance I've forged. I have to try to push myself back into these scenes. To miss this home would be to accept I still hold it in my heart; I had forgotten so many of its details, kept them only in photographs. Now, however, I know when walking over the hills I am only a witness. Would this home be mine if I could force myself to again be a participant in its seasonal turn?

When I leave again I know I will fight against the people who call me home.

[biragacgibitekvehur]

Aksa Tufanı Üzerine

Aksa Tufanı Üzerine

Hayat perspektifini, güncel olaylara ve olgulara yaptığı yorumları pek çok yönüyle beğendiğim Seyfettin Huca’nın bu video serisini izlemenizi tavsiye ediyorum. Böyle bir zamanda bir Müslümana yakışan, ayakları yere basan, cesur ve makul tavır bu olmalı.

[kitaplarinicindeyasayankiz]

[glimmerofawesome]

[sadece-huzun]

Her zaman tepemin üzerinde yeriniz var ☺️😍

[ilpianistasultetto]

Dopo un temporale serale mi piace guardare quel debole riverbero di lampioncini dentro le chiazze d'acqua o vedere le ultime gocce di pioggia che si staccano dalle panchine vuote cadere sull'erba di un prato.. Quello che mi circonda, ti racconta.. @ilpianistasultetto