Art can save the world.
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Art can save the world.
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@aphm-chu-marseille.bsky.social
@aphm-chu-marseille.bsky.social
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@tahtagemi.bsky.social
@tahtagemi.bsky.social
Tough, but tried..
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#newyorkcity
Tough, but tried..
🫵🏻
#newyorkcity
Güvercin Kitap Serisi.
1993-2025..
Sararmış sayfalar arasında, 16 yaşındaki haliyle göz göze geliyor. Aynı dizeler, aynı kitap… ama artık bambaşka bir ben.
Hayat da bazen bir seri gibi—devamını zaman getiriyor, anlamını biz büyütüyoruz.
Güvercin Kitap Serisi.
1993-2025..
Sararmış sayfalar arasında, 16 yaşındaki haliyle göz göze geliyor. Aynı dizeler, aynı kitap… ama artık bambaşka bir ben.
Hayat da bazen bir seri gibi—devamını zaman getiriyor, anlamını biz büyütüyoruz.
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
R. Frost
In these lines, intuition is the mist itself.
Even if the paths are open, the choice remains unseen.
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
R. Frost
In these lines, intuition is the mist itself.
Even if the paths are open, the choice remains unseen.
“She drank. She healed.”
Marie Fernande once refused water. Her kidneys worsened.
With patience, I taught. She drank.
Now she smiles—healing begins.
“She drank. She healed.”
Marie Fernande once refused water. Her kidneys worsened.
With patience, I taught. She drank.
Now she smiles—healing begins.
New York…
Every corner, every building holds a secret—some whisper of love, others of betrayal or death. Yet, there are certain structures where both the building and its creators are shaped by tragedy.
One such place is the Jefferson Market Library, rising in the heart of Greenwich Village.
New York…
Every corner, every building holds a secret—some whisper of love, others of betrayal or death. Yet, there are certain structures where both the building and its creators are shaped by tragedy.
One such place is the Jefferson Market Library, rising in the heart of Greenwich Village.
Yes, the sun rises in the east every morning.
Don’t ask where the sun rises. Ask who woke up to bring it forth.
Because true change begins not with the first light of morning,
but with the final darkness before it.
#southkorea
Yes, the sun rises in the east every morning.
Don’t ask where the sun rises. Ask who woke up to bring it forth.
Because true change begins not with the first light of morning,
but with the final darkness before it.
#southkorea