Polina K.@worduuup

Serial wanderluster / photographer / storyteller
from Saint-P / Minsk / 5 years in Africa
Escaped from Russia to explore the world

This summer I want to meet as many sunsets and sunrises as possible, go to theaters and museums, eat ice cream on a quay, run in parks, argue about books, watch black and white classics under the stars in the outdoor movie theatre, dance in the rain, bathe in the lake, smell like strawberries and fresh bakery, walk all night hugging, cruise the boat at 4 am, wear light dresses and straw hats, get some tan, dream, unexpectedly fly to Petersburg to catch the white nights, go to old school rock concerts with friends, sit on a roof as afternoon turns to evening, share secrets, roll up in a blanket and stare up at the night sky, count falling stars, laugh and feel happy...


I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does. Loneliness also adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better and stars shine brighter, it helps you to clean up your thoughts... #WorduuupGoesToHongKong


Don’t just dream, do.
Don't just talk, act.
Don't just promise, prove.
Don't just criticize, encourage.
Don't just think, ponder.
Don't just take, give.
Don't just see, feel.
Don't just tell, show.
Don't just learn, experience.
Don't just hear, listen.
Don't just read, absorb.
Don't just change, transform.


“If I told you about her, what would I say? That they lived happily ever after? I believe they did. That they were in love? That they remained in love? I'm sure that's true. But when I think of her ... the only thing that comes to mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love, hundreds of years ago: "Unable to perceive the shape of You, I find You all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with Your love, It humbles my heart, For You are everywhere." ― Guillermo del Toro, The Shape of Water


I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of Hong Kong's skyline. Particularly when one can't see the details. Just the shapes. The shapes and the thought that made them. Come to Hong Kong, stand on the top of a hill, the highest place you can find, where you can see forever, look into the sky, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, and the swamps beyond, and the mountains above them, into the depth of the horizon and up into space. Stand on the very top, look all-around, сover at a glance all of the city, and see with your own eyes the deep blue of heaven draping with stars and everything else. There is so much beauty in just existing. In being alive. I don't want to miss a second. #WorduuupGoesToHongKong


And when was the last time you saw the dawn? No, not that glimpse you caught when you were hurrying on business, not when you were casting a sleepy look through the window while making coffee, but for real, consciously, purposefully? So, to get out of a cozy bed when it's still super dark, take it to the edge of the city, walk all the way up to the highest peak to watch the way the darkness dissipates and the world slowly uncovers itself, the warm rosy glow as it filters through the swirling tree branches that seem to play with flaming jewels of nascent colour, majestic pure blue mountains, and the rest of the predawn landscape, where between the bustling megalopolis and the silence of dawn you could catch that very short but unforgettable moment of happiness. Then how in just a second the sun rises over the horizon and sparkles on the water, the sky turns to a clear, cold blue and the light of the dwindled dawn gradually fills the world. #WorduuupGoesToHongKong


I imagine you imagining me. This is my salvation. In spirit I walk the city, trace its labyrinths, its ancient mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each alley, each promenade, each hidden quarter strewn with graffiti of unknown street artists, each stair and each door, each secret corner, impregnated with a fresh smell of coffee and morning pastries. What you said, what I said, what we did, what we did then. Even the times we argued, fought, parted, agonized and rejoined; how we were momently happy and filled with passion for life in the city we both love. #WorduuupGoesToIsrael


There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace - these qualities you find always in that the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush of the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and in our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move towards death. Did you ever see a tree or a mountain that was symmetrical? It’s fine for buildings, but if you ever see a symmetrical human face, you will have the impression that you ought to think it beautiful, but that in fact you find it cold. The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry. It is these things that make us attractive and beautiful, whereas… otherwise you would be a statue.
Symmetry is for G-d, not for us. #BahaiGardens


Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising that tempt you to believe your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires some of the same courage that a warrior needs. But even the darkest night ends and the sun rises. No matter what you have been through, you're still here. You may have been challenged, hurt, betrayed, beaten, and discouraged, but nothing has defeated you. You are still here. You are not a victim, you are a victor. You have a history of VICTORY. When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been wars, tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it - always.


It’s hard to believe but it happened. I’m pretty much speechless at the moment but I promise to tell you this whole story.
18 years of deciding and 10 months of processing the documents and now I fully belong to the most wonderful country in the entire planet and it belongs to me.
You know, only a very few times in life, if you are lucky, you can meet someone who is exactly right for you. Not because he is perfect, or because you are, but because your combined flaws are arranged in a way that allows two separate beings to hinge together. Same with places. If you are lucky you might find a place you want to belong to. I found mine.
Israel - you are my love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you and I will hold you in my heart and protect you there for the rest of my life.
I’m an Israeli. I’m home.
📷 @_always_an_adventure_


Who's your spirit, power animal, your Patronus? Who's your magical charm, a projection of all your most positive feelings that takes the shape of the animal with whom you share the deepest affinity? Your gift of light. Do you know that if you can conjure a Patronus, you can protect yourself against the world? Which, in some of our cases, seems like a necessity sooner rather than later :) This one has been my the world's best Patronus Charm for the past 5 years, my positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementors feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — my magic creature who is able to drive back all sorts of darkness and madness when we are together.
And who's yours?