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Simply me?
Kleine Dinge die vielleicht unscheinbar
sind, mir aber viel bedeuten
3 Kapitel
Inhaltsverzeichnis
Kapitelaufmacher
1.Kapitel
Momente, in denen es so schein, als
würde die Zeit langsamer sein.
Mit Moodbildern in die richtige Stimmung
gebracht.
Eine Kurzstory, in der dieser Moment
sehr gut und genau erklärt wird.
2.Kapitel
Kleine Projekte, die ich mich nie getraut
habe anzufangen.
Mit Bilder und ersten Schritten visualisiert.

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Meine Ziele/Wünsche/Träume formuliert.
Befassung mit meiner Angst, ein scheiterndes Projek
3.Kapitel
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Bilder,di nur ich als schön verstehen würde und die f
Maybe ion no
big breakfast spreads
fresh bedsheets5g
next steps:
MOMENTS
sort layers
make zeichensätze
find fonts
change fonts
vibe placements
finish moments

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RAINDROPS ON THE WINDOW
PLUVIOPHILE
[plu-wio-fil] noun
a lover of rain;someone who finds joy and peace of
mind during rainy days.

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raindrops falling rythmically
on the roof of the car.
pitter patter right into my
heart. a whiff of cool air
calms my mind and soul.
its late. its dark. thoughts
waving through my empty
car. little droplets keep
sliding down the window,
as I watch them finding
their way in slow motion.
pitter pattering right into
my heart.
the moon illuminating the
night, reflecting on every
single raindrop. i loose
focus, just feeling calm
and content. no disturbing
thoughts, no hectic. just
slow motion raindrops on
the window of my car.
RAINDROPS ON THE WINDOW

RAINDROPS ON THE WINDOW
PLUVIOPHILE
[plu-wio-fil] noun
a lover of rain;someone who finds joy and peace of
mind during rainy days.
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raindrops on the window
RAINDROPS ON THE WINDOW
raindrops falling rythmically on the roof of the
car. pitter patter right into my heart. a whiff of cool
air calms my mind and soul. its late. its dark. thoughts
waving through my empty car. little droplets keep sliding
down the window, as I watch them finding their way in
slow motion. pitter pattering right into my heart.
the moon illuminating the night,
reflecting on every single raindrop.
i loose focus, just feeling calm
and content. no disturbing
thoughts, no hectic. just slow
motion raindropson the
window of my car.

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FRESHLY BAKED BREAD
MERAKI
[may-rah-kee] greek
to do something with soul, creativity or love; to put
something of yourself into your work.

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freshly baked bread
FRESHLY BAKED BREAD
sourdough and butter. a heavenly combination.
the smell travelling from the oven to every
corner of the house, making me feel warm anf homie. It‘s a
feeling of comfort and distant nostalgia. fluffy and buttery. just
the right amount of golden crust. breaking it open, a puff
of steam escapes. Nostalgia drawing ribbons
around my soul. It‘s comfort and coziness
wrapped in the unperfect yet so fitting
shape of the warm goodness.
the smell of sourdough
lingering. the feeling of
warmth spreading.
nostalgia all around.

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GREEN MINT TEA
CHAI
[ `chi] arabic
a drink made by adding hot water to tea leaves
or tea bags; simply a hug in a mug

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green mint tea
GREEN MINT TEA
growing up with the scent of earthy green tea and the
freshness of mint, making the perfect taste together,
being a smell that lingers around the house for hours,
being the staple of every family or friends gathering.
Especially the one my dad makes, somehow
uniquely tastes like home to me, like
special occasions, like ordinary days.
sipping on it, savoring the taste and the
way the foam stays on it whenever
my mom pours it. its kinda sweet,
kinda bitter, a unique taste from
the golden liqiud, unique memories
for me entangled with
the smell

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EARLY HOURS
HELIOPHELIA
[he-lee-oh-fe-lee-ja] latin
desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight

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early hours
EARLY HOURS
morning sun fills the house, creamy as lemon chiffon,
lightening the inside of cupboards and empty closets
and clean bare floors. sunrays flooding the rooms and
being persistent, washing away the dark night, a gonden hue
over every object they can reach. Shining over closed eyelids,
stirring you awake softly and promising a good day ahead,
whispering sweet nothings and drawing a content smile on
your lips. somehow concluding that sunrays are
happiness is the only conclusion to draw
and live by. eyes fluttering open, enjoying
the quiet, being awake with the
birds, while the city still enjoys a
deep slumber.

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TUNISIAN STREETS
WOOLGATHERING
[uul-gethe-ring] english
indulgence in aimless thoughts or dreamy
imagining.

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tunisian streets
TUNISIAN STREETS
hustleling and busteling about, every corner
colored in culture in a way, colorful shops, filled
with handmade plates, kids just freely running around
and making trouble in their own way, the sound of
grandmas and aunties gossiping and laughing
making everything seem so mch more lively, grandpas
with baguettes just strolling home, dry air, the smell
of buchoor escaping one the mosques, flying past the
colorful doors and intricate window decorations
a smile on my face, a happy feeling in my
heart, a simple stroll through the
city feels different but
ordinary

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NIGHTS AND FIREFLIES
NATSUKASHII
[nat-sukashi-i] japanese
(adj.) of some small things that brings you
suddenly joyously back to fond memories, not
with a wistful longing for whats past but with an
appreciation for the good times.

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nights and fireflies
NIGHTS AND FIREFLIES
cold evening air filling my lungs, relaxing my
muscles, with every exhale I try to let go of all the
unnecesary thoughts, pictureing them flowing through
the air with my visible breath, eyes wandering toward a
bunch of trees, between them a slight flicker, neon green,
turning on and of, my curiosity growing, a second tiny light
joins, the dance a little dance, while i try to make sure
that I am not hallucinating ot just imagining things,
its four of them now flying towards me, then changing
their direction and fly in front of me, me following the
shining way that they seem to take, all my
thoughts long forgotten.

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BROWN EYES
OSTRANENIE
[aw-strah-nuh-nee] russish
(n.) encouraging people to see common things
as strange, wild, unfamiliar

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brown eyes
BROWN EYES
brown eyes looking into browner eyes, dark honey swirling
in them, so comforting and even more trustworthy,
hinting at a beautiful backstory, wiseness, nothing
compares to their depth and the different dimensions in
them. the slightest of specks when you look into them long
enough, the line between the deep brown and the endless
iris barely visible. losing yourself for hours in them, did
time stop or did you forget about time? who knows,
but right now you are just in the deepest and warmest
of brown eyes

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UMMIS WEAVING
ORENDA
[o-renn-dah] greek
(n.) a mystical force present in all people that
empowers them to affect the world, or to effect
change in their own lives.

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ummis weaving
UMMIS WEAVING
the thing I look forward to the most whenever we are
back in the land, Ummi sitting in the room, different
palm leave strips next to her, in her hands is the
weaving masterpeace, is it two left, tree right over
then one under? she tried teaching me but I keep
forgetting it, I sit next to her, tea in my hand,
watching her hands weaving , braiding her way to
a complete basket, she is telling me different stories
from her childhood, about my dad or how my
grandpa keeps nagging her, I think she secretly
loves it when he does that. I sip on my tea,
listening to her smooth voice, almost
hypnotized by the movement of
her skillful hands, weaving
and weaving away

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HOLDING HANDS
ALSABR
[sa-br] arabic
trusting your inner strength; knowing that ease
always follows difficulty, enduring the hardships
and still being grateful

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holding hands
HOLDING HANDS
the way they fit together,
like they are made to be held,
made to be interwined, made to be together,
the way the warmth is shared, the skin slighly tingly, fingertips
doing their little dance, thumb rubbing the back of
my hand, holding a hand feels guided, safe and secure,
it feels like we are on the way home, it does not even
matter where we would end up, and honesly
I do not have a single care, your hand keeps
telling mine stories, that can only
be shared betreet the two of them,
their own little secrets and whispers
and in a beautiful hand I feel
like we are connecte in the
same wa that they are

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WATERING PLANTS
MERAKI
[may-rah-kee] greek
to do something with soul, creativity or love; to put
something of yourself into your work.

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watering plants
WATERING PLANTS
surrounded by my personal little forest, is
gives me a feeling of living and having them live beside
me, getting an oldschool watering can, going around,
hummung along to a familiar melody in my head, a little hop
in my step, a faint smile on my lips. taking care of plants and
caring for them is selfcare in a different light, the feeling it
gives me is somehow tingly. sometimes I randomly
pat the leaves, their growth reminding my of my
own growth. my care for them reminding
my of the care of the people around
me for me, metaphors on
metaphors flooding my head
while i peacefully water
my little plants

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grandma hugs
GRANDMA HUGS
...long travels, finally getting
that warmth, being close to her heart,

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her making you not only feeling safe but
so very appreciated, nothing compares to
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midconvo smiles
MIDCONVO SMILES
... a faint smile, just in the middle of a
sentence, a sign of understanding, creating
a beautiful connection, some type of
warmth just in the way the edges of
their lips go up slightly...

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breakfast in bed
BREAKFAST IN BED
... is it not the best way of waking
up? the care of somebody, the thought

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alone too adorable to handle,
food and care being the core
of the act interwining into
happiness for the rest of the
day...

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... sitting with a friend, no conversation
needed just mutual understanding,
enjojing the presence without
the words, each one of us spaced out
while in the same space...

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comfortable
silence
COMFORTABLE
SILENCE

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... strange city, strange country, same
oraments, same vibe, the mosque being
praying in a
new mosque
PRAYING IN A
NEW MOSQUE

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anything but strange enjoying the carpet
under my feet and having a similar feeling
of welcome no matter where...

... honesstly, the connection is not
describealbe, its some sense of dejavu
maybe? more like having the un-
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simultaniously saying
the same thing
SIMULTANIOUSLY SAYING
THE SAME THING
expected gift of telepathy, it creates
unforgetable memories whenever it
happends, a bit like destiny...

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tunisian strong
red tea RED TEA
TUNISIAN STRONG
... ummi Aischa makes the best, does it
taste good or do I just like the fact that she
made it, the atmosphere whenever she cooks

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it over her coal is so calming, just random
gossip being exchanged, the tea way too
sweet and too strong, but still the most
enjoyable thing oin that moment...

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... childhood and a carefree soul, the mox of
sweet dough and the sugarcoating with the
salt salty smell of ocean, sound of waves crashing
and the soft chew of yeschi makes me forget the
responsibilities of the outside...

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Yeschi on the
beach BEACH
YESCHI ON THE

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Leaves falling
LEAVES FALLING

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... everything seemes dipped into a
golden hue, trees discolored, weather
getting colder but the colors getting so
so warm and toasty, leaves falling to
the ground in slowmotion, landing with
a soft crunch around me...

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... everything needs to be just right,
just the right kind of cuddly, the
feeling and weight of the blanket, the
air being a bit cold, without being
freezing and a warm candle, watching
the fire dance in it and being
lost the thought and comfyness...

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Cozy blankets
COZY BLANKETS

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