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Polina K. Serial wanderluster / photographer / storyteller from Saint-P / Tel Aviv / Minsk / 5 years in Africa Escaped from Russia to explore the world
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@worduuup

Polina K.
Hi, my name is Polina. My Instagram page is my story. My road diary. I never know where I'm going, but I know I'm going somewhere glorious. Life is delicious, and I want to gobble it up in big bites, eating, drinking, smelling, reading, talking, traveling — everything.
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I love nights more than mornings, the moon more than the sun, and the here-and-now more than any sometime later. I'm deeply in love with one city but I'm wandering the world looking for something constantly. My home is where I’m not. I’m addicted to movement.
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I love long night walks through foreign cities, solitude, mountains, oceans and poetry, drama theatres, bearded men, dancing in the rain, watching the stars, conversations on a rooftop at 4am, a coffee in the morning with someone beautiful, intricate detective stories and photographing a moment that’s gone forever.
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I don’t like colourful paintings and photographs, I feel the world in the black-and-white palette.
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I love to sit in a hot bath with foam, to smear my palms with a delicious cream, and sniff them after for a long time.
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Love to play music and drive somewhere far in the dark with the headlights. 
I love the speed and the queasiness fueled of fear when you accelerate so fast that you can no longer stop. 
Love to draw my thoughts with a black pen in a tiny notebook. 
Love to talk and even more to keep silent with a smart man.
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I love sunglasses and hats. Watches, vintage iron stairs with whorls, black-and-white clothes, raw fish, walnut shells, the walnuts themselves, honey, cheese and green tea, old postcards, memories, gramophones, gingerbread, camomile fields, secret passages, airports and aircraft evacuation plans.
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Love making portraits of people I love and never show them to anyone.
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I love to write. And when I post something I love getting your feetback, love to know I have soulmates, people who care, people who take time out of their busy lives to stop, read and reflect.
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Now I really wanna know who you are and what you love.
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Tell me YOUR STORY, please.
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#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
70 1,805 12 hours ago
Hi, my name is polina. my instagram page is my story. my road diary. i never know where i'm going, but i know i'm going somewhere glorious. life is delicious, and i want to gobble it up in big bites, eating, drinking, smelling, reading, talking, traveling — everything.
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i love nights more than mornings, the moon more than the sun, and the here-and-now more than any sometime later. i'm deeply in love with one city but i'm wandering the world looking for something constantly. my home is where i’m not. i’m addicted to movement.
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i love long night walks through foreign cities, solitude, mountains, oceans and poetry, drama theatres, bearded men, dancing in the rain, watching the stars, conversations on a rooftop at 4am, a coffee in the morning with someone beautiful, intricate detective stories and photographing a moment that’s gone forever.
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i don’t like colourful paintings and photographs, i feel the world in the black-and-white palette.
.
i love to sit in a hot bath with foam, to smear my palms with a delicious cream, and sniff them after for a long time.
.
love to play music and drive somewhere far in the dark with the headlights.
i love the speed and the queasiness fueled of fear when you accelerate so fast that you can no longer stop.
love to draw my thoughts with a black pen in a tiny notebook.
love to talk and even more to keep silent with a smart man.
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i love sunglasses and hats. watches, vintage iron stairs with whorls, black-and-white clothes, raw fish, walnut shells, the walnuts themselves, honey, cheese and green tea, old postcards, memories, gramophones, gingerbread, camomile fields, secret passages, airports and aircraft evacuation plans.
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love making portraits of people i love and never show them to anyone.
.
i love to write. and when i post something i love getting your feetback, love to know i have soulmates, people who care, people who take time out of their busy lives to stop, read and reflect.
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now i really wanna know who you are and what you love.
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tell me your story, please.
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro
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@worduuup

Polina K.
I have a question for you my friends...
Do you feel free?
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#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
@360_monte
112 1,905 15 hours ago
I have a question for you my friends...
do you feel free?
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro @360_monte
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Polina K.
Have you ever opened up your heart? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your soul and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
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You build up all these defenses, a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then they wander into your life. You give them a piece of you. They shake you up, tear apart your ego, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. They come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. It hurts.
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Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real pain. Pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped.
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But then I've learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. The wound is the place where the light enters you. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the refreshing breeze blowing from the sea against your face when you are spreading your wings growing out of our backs and flying through the air!
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Life is damned unfair. You have to continually be jumping off cliffs to develop your wings on the way down. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.
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What happens when people open their hearts?
They get better.
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#WorduuupGoesToItaly
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Have you ever opened up your heart? horrible isn't it? it makes you so vulnerable. it opens up your soul and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
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you build up all these defenses, a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then they wander into your life. you give them a piece of you. they shake you up, tear apart your ego, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control and then your life isn't your own anymore. love takes hostages. it gets inside you. they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. it hurts.
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not just in the imagination. not just in the mind. it's a soul-hurt, a real pain. pain is a sudden hurt that can't be escaped.
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but then i've learned that because of pain, i can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. the wound is the place where the light enters you. pain is inevitable. suffering is optional. pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. but then healing feels like the refreshing breeze blowing from the sea against your face when you are spreading your wings growing out of our backs and flying through the air!
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life is d****d unfair. you have to continually be jumping off cliffs to develop your wings on the way down. you have wings. learn to use them and fly.
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what happens when people open their hearts?
they get better.
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#worduuupgoestoitaly
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Polina K.
When I close my eyes, I see you lying next to me on the rooftop that night we watched the stars – the night you made me look at everything in a different way; the salty breeze on my skin and the music and the sea at night. All the old records you played to me. Your postcard fairy tales of the Promised Land, finally coming to life in the Gulf of Finland.
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I know that I could never erase you.
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You’ll always be part of me. Like the stars, fading with the halo of the vanishing moon. Like the sparkling emerald waves, catching the rays, rolling and whispering against the shore. Nothing ever really goes away – it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.
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#WHPcircles
#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
152 4,042 2 days ago
When i close my eyes, i see you lying next to me on the rooftop that night we watched the stars – the night you made me look at everything in a different way; the salty breeze on my skin and the music and the sea at night. all the old records you played to me. your postcard fairy tales of the promised land, finally coming to life in the gulf of finland.
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i know that i could never erase you.
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you’ll always be part of me. like the stars, fading with the halo of the vanishing moon. like the sparkling emerald waves, catching the rays, rolling and whispering against the shore. nothing ever really goes away – it just changes into something else. something beautiful.
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#whpcircles #worduuupgoestomontenegro
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Polina K.
When the pain turns into an evil laugh, when, with a fierce cold in the eyes, you desire to look how destiny screams and wriggles in your hands... Burn up the absinthe, turn on the music and sexuality to the limit, breathe in deeply the dark side of the existence, expose your throat to the indifferent hands, be in the ecstasy of the hysterical cry of the soul. Unclothe predatorily, turn love into hate, pass along the brink and come back the same. Bit lips in blood, go mad and dance on the edge of the abyss your best tango, have sex with death and play life on a violin. Breathe the sky, my dear... and then let the silence inside, calm down.
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#WorduuupGoesToSaintPetersburg
121 4,632 3 days ago
When the pain turns into an evil laugh, when, with a fierce cold in the eyes, you desire to look how destiny screams and wriggles in your hands... burn up the absinthe, turn on the music and sexuality to the limit, breathe in deeply the dark side of the existence, expose your throat to the indifferent hands, be in the ecstasy of the hysterical cry of the soul. unclothe predatorily, turn love into hate, pass along the brink and come back the same. bit lips in blood, go mad and dance on the edge of the abyss your best tango, have s*x with death and play life on a violin. breathe the sky, my dear... and then let the silence inside, calm down.
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#worduuupgoestosaintpetersburg
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Polina K.
That day I realised that this route is my life, my destination and my home and that I don't need to do anything but go with the flow, trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the wayfaring. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end, and the important things are about accepting the challenges along the way and the transformations from this morning to when I go to sleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with, who I loved the most. Watching the falling stars, conversations on a rooftop at 4am, a coffee with the dawn. Pink skies and jazz, waves breaking over rocks, the mast of a boat, airports and a hand waving from a train going to nowhere, the wild air and the road, lavender fields, vintage iron spiral staircases, dancing in the rain, laughing and walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry.
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That day I saw a lake. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stop it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does. Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. Go with the flow, learn how to turn your daily struggles into the most unforgettable moments. Moments worth writing about.
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#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
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🚌 @360_monte
124 3,744 4 days ago
That day i realised that this route is my life, my destination and my home and that i don't need to do anything but go with the flow, trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the wayfaring. it doesn't really matter who i've become by the end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end, and the important things are about accepting the challenges along the way and the transformations from this morning to when i go to sleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with, who i loved the most. watching the falling stars, conversations on a rooftop at 4am, a coffee with the dawn. pink skies and jazz, waves breaking over rocks, the mast of a boat, airports and a hand waving from a train going to nowhere, the wild air and the road, lavender fields, vintage iron spiral staircases, dancing in the rain, laughing and walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. oceans and poetry.
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that day i saw a lake. when you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. but water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stop it. water is patient. dripping water wears away a stone. remember that. remember you are half water. if you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. water does. be like water making its way through cracks. do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. go with the flow, learn how to turn your daily struggles into the most unforgettable moments. moments worth writing about.
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro .
🚌 @360_monte
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Polina K.
Look up at the tops of the mountains against the light of the sun and climb to the highest one. To the highest place you can find. Where you can see forever. In front, away beyond the red rooftops glisten after a shower of rain, into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up a pure expanse of the sky, over the crystal blue water, over the low coast-line, over the prairies and swamps and the deep trees. From the North to the South sped those angels of Heaven, from sea to sea, from mountain peak to mountain peak, spreading light from breast and wing. Stand on the very top, look all-around to see with your own eyes the whole world. Look down upon the world from its summit. Spread the arms. Breathe in. Jump off. And finally, and most importantly, don't fall.
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#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
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🧗🏽‍♀️ @360_monte
80 2,963 5 days ago
Look up at the tops of the mountains against the light of the sun and climb to the highest one. to the highest place you can find. where you can see forever. in front, away beyond the red rooftops glisten after a shower of rain, into the depth of the horizon, and long veil-like shadows crept up a pure expanse of the sky, over the crystal blue water, over the low coast-line, over the prairies and swamps and the deep trees. from the north to the south sped those angels of heaven, from sea to sea, from mountain peak to mountain peak, spreading light from b****t and wing. stand on the very top, look all-around to see with your own eyes the whole world. look down upon the world from its summit. spread the arms. breathe in. jump off. and finally, and most importantly, don't fall.
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro .
🧗🏽‍♀️ @360_monte
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Polina K.
Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.
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#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
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🛥 @360_monte
88 3,177 6 days ago
Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro .
🛥 @360_monte
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Polina K.
Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.
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🏠 @hotelsalina
85 2,816 6 days ago
Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro .
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Polina K.
If you love someone, let him go. When you are controlled, isolated, jealous, prohibited from engaging in what you want, condemned for your work, this is not love. Love - is FREEDOM.
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#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
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🚌 @360_monte
107 3,272 1 weeks ago
If you love someone, let him go. when you are controlled, isolated, jealous, prohibited from engaging in what you want, condemned for your work, this is not love. love - is freedom.
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro .
🚌 @360_monte
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Polina K.
I believe in miracles, especially those associated with big passion. If a person is very passionate, has great courage and strength, he is capable of miracles. I believe that if you dare to try — miracles can happen. You have to open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you take risks. When you say yes. I believe you will only see the miracle when you allow the unexpected to happen. There are people who do not believe in them, they live flatly by laws alone, they live in a world without magic and miracles... And it's so terrifying…
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🛥 @regentportomontenegro
99 2,787 1 weeks ago
I believe in miracles, especially those associated with big passion. if a person is very passionate, has great courage and strength, he is capable of miracles. i believe that if you dare to try — miracles can happen. you have to open yourself up to it. when you put yourself in the path of it. when you take risks. when you say yes. i believe you will only see the miracle when you allow the unexpected to happen. there are people who do not believe in them, they live flatly by laws alone, they live in a world without magic and miracles... and it's so terrifying…
#worduuupgoestomontenegro .
🛥 @regentportomontenegro
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Polina K.
You know you do not have to be perfect. You do not have to walk barefoot for a hundred miles to your temple, like pilgrims, repenting. You only have to let your inner weirdo love what it loves.
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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
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Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, across the entire island, then all the way to the honey-perfect sunset and the night sky where a few faint stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, over the prairies and swamps and the deep trees, the majestic pure blue mountains and the rivers and beyond. Meanwhile the wild swans, high in the clear, sparkling air, are heading home again.
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Whoever no matter how lonely you are, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild swans, proud and thrilling – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
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#WorduuupGoesToMontenegro
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🛥 @regentportomontenegro
107 3,100 2 weeks ago
You know you do not have to be perfect. you do not have to walk barefoot for a hundred miles to your temple, like pilgrims, repenting. you only have to let your inner w****o love what it loves.
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tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine.
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meanwhile the world goes on. meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, across the entire island, then all the way to the honey-perfect sunset and the night sky where a few faint stars dissolve into smoke rising from a chimney, over the quiet sea, over the low coast-line, over the prairies and swamps and the deep trees, the majestic pure blue mountains and the rivers and beyond. meanwhile the wild swans, high in the clear, sparkling air, are heading home again.
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whoever no matter how lonely you are, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild swans, proud and thrilling – over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
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#worduuupgoestomontenegro .
🛥 @regentportomontenegro