Julia Yaroshenko

@playboy_nl by @anadiasphotography

But you will understand me anyways, even without words. And I don’t care how much it will last, or whether I can hold it or not, or whether I will be able to express it properly. Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk Ph: @camyourmood Md: @itsthejulia

I’m growing melancholy once more. Oh! Frightful old world. People strive, turn each other out, prostitute themselves, kill each other, and get used to it… Victor Hugo, Les Miserables I feel pain for humanity. Ph: @akimov__aleksandr__ Md: @itsthejulia

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it. Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk Ph: @akimov__aleksandr__ Md: @thejoolz

“Tell me where it is! Has a piece of me been left behind everywhere? In all the mirrors I have looked into? I have seen lots of them, countless ones! Am I scattered everywhere in them? Has each of them taken some part of me? A thin impression, a thin slice of me? Have I been shaved down by mirrors like a piece of wood by a carpenter’s plane? What is still left of me?” I take her by the shoulders. “All of you is still here,” I say. “On-the contrary, mirrors add something. They make it visible and give it to you—a bit of space, a lighted bit of our-self.” “Myself?” She continues to cling to my hand. “But suppose it is not that way? Suppose myself is buried all over in thousands and thousands of mirrors? How can I get it back? Oh, I can never get it back! It is lost! Lost! It has been rubbed away like a statue that no longer has a face. Where is my face? Where is my first face? The one before all the mirrors? The one before they began to steal me!” “No one has stolen you,” I say in desperation. “Mirrors don’t steal. They only reflect. Current book Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk Thank you for giving me love for books. 🤍 Ph: @anadiasphotography For: @playboy_nl Md: @itsthejulia

Attention is not the same thing as concentration. Concentration is exclusion; attention, which is total awareness, excludes nothing. It seems to me that most of us are not aware, not only of what we are talking about but of our environment, the colours around us, the people, the shape of the trees, tyhe clouds, the movement of water. Jiddu Krishnamurti, Freedom from the Known Ph: @tomtrachsel Md. @thejoolz

PENTHOUSE Australia, March 2018

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…Art of saying goodbye to everything that one was our pride and joy…❤️ Well said by Stefan Zweig Book “The World of Yesterday” Photo by wonderful @yanastrizhh 🤍 Md: @thejoolz

LOVE Love is a curious thing. Millions of books, poems, movies and songs have been written about love. Monuments have been built in the name of love, wars have been fought over it; lives have been lost and lives are being created in the spirit of love. It is the all-encompassing circle of emotional energy that can move in any direction you choose. Jealousy, hatred, fear, sadness, grief, and pain on one side of its spectrum; compassion, kindness, passion, gratitude, forgiveness, and joy on the other. Love is the true essence of life; without love, there would be no meaning in anything we do. Love propels us forward to fulfil our dreams, passions, and desires, and defines our values and ethics. Love is what makes us do greater things than we ever thought possible. And while we may never fully understand its workings, we would do almost anything to love and be loved. Because, most of all, love is what connects us to one another giving us a feeling of belonging and safety, of strength and calm, and of happiness and joy. In the name of love, open your heart, break down all the barriers you have built around it, and set it free. Give yourself the gift of love and sprinkle it everywhere you go. Ph: @anadiasphotography For: @playboy_nl Md: @thejoolz

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All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret. Gabriel García Márquez Ph: @fshmidt Md: @thejoolz