In a matter of days, spring will sail away with its vibrant blooms, and I’d be left with a wave of heat. This is what I do not enjoy about June: spring withdrawal is real! A lot of art-journaling took place this month, and I am trying to utilize every bit of this sudden creativity kick. Ramadan left, Eid parted ways, and I am using this blank slate for inspiration.

Listening to Yalan by Edis + Yalnız Çiçek by Aleyna Tilki ft. Emrah Karaduman

Back to drinking coffee in the A.M.

Eating an avalanche of chocolates

Celebrating Eid (but not really because it was a bit lame)

Trying to gain weight

Wearing black t-shirt, gray sweats, and my hair in a ponytail

Finishing up my Out of Void journal (art journal)

Falling in love with stationery again

Buying adhesive tape

In the spirit to dance again after Edis’s new music video, Yalan

Feeling uninspired to write after May’s break

Fangirling over Ghaith from Qalby Etmaan

Brushing Indian clay and peel-off masks on my face

Failing to read

Hoping the weather stays this good



My problem with the month of May is this: it’s always bland. After a month packed with flowers, poetry, and tenderness, May just emerges plainly, and no matter what I try to do, my days would either go wrong or feel weird. To challenge myself, I chose not to blog for a month (excluding this post because I have to post this). I did not realize how addicted to writing I was, as I was itching every passing hour to blog.

Listening to Öle Öle by Hera feat. Ozan Doğulu + Aşkın Adı by Hakan Kahraman feat. Yusuf Güney

Drinking caramel macchiato

Eating cheese sandwiches

Wearing a navy v-neck shirt and jeans

Reading collections of lullabies and poems of the sea

Challenging myself to take a video clip of every day for a month

Also challenging myself not to blog

Compiling weekly montages

Falling back to the habit of art journaling

Feeling exceptionally resilient

Also feeling sluggish

Ticking off the last goal on my spring list

Starting the month of Ramadan with much hope

Missing the blogosphere

Anticipating stability


April is very dear to my heart, as it is my birthday month. Although it takes place only five days in, I consider the whole month as a festive season for poetry and flowers. I’ve been pushing hard to write a poem every day during April, making this the second year I participate in National Poetry Month. Eighteen days in, I was really starting to get burned out and frustrated because I began to run out of words and patience. But ultimately, when the month will end, I know that I’ll miss April and its poetry.

Listening to Roman by Edis + Farkımız Var by Hadise

Reading a book from 1967

Eating an indecent amount of cake and ice cream

Drinking tall lattes

Participating in national poetry month

Getting back to the habit of writing every day

Indulging in picnics and coffee dates

Playing with my new (but old) Sony Walkman

Ticking off goals from my spring checklist

Slowly but surely getting stripped off my spring colors too soon

But trying to reinvigorate nonetheless

Wearing black nail polish

Pushing myself to gain some weight

Feeling frustrated and out of place

Craving a new adventure

Also craving a visit to a floral cafe


Only God knows how I anticipated March with much urgency, and a rush of yellow ink filled up my veins as it came. I don’t think a lot of happy things took place this month, but because I started it with joy and eagerness, my heart would only remember it as blissfully yellow. I am very fond of spring, and being preoccupied with flowers and poetry is the best way to spend my days. So thankful for March.. so thankful.

Listening to Söz by Aydın Kurtoğlu + Beni İyi Sanıyorlar by Oğuzhan Koç

Eating walnuts and almonds

Reading books outside my usual reading genre

Slowly making the switch from sugar to honey

Facing all sorts of slumps: reading slump, writing slump…etc

Wearing a heart locket

Drinking cappuccino with honey and cinnamon

Ticking goals off of my spring checklist

Running out of space for my books

Planting tecoma seeds & wistfully awaiting next March to witness its growth

Trying my hardest to clear my skin out (but failing)

Feeling unusually cheesy and lovey-dovey

Revisiting my favorite poetry books

Craving a new flower crown

Also craving having more flower plants in our garden

Looking forward to turning twenty five


If I think of February, all that comes to mind is this: the month of love. I had kept this the basis of how I wanted my month to be, overfilled with affection, and in a sense, it has guided me through the not-so-lovely-days. I challenged myself this month to write every day, and the outcome of that was coming to realize that writer’s block is nothing but a myth. I’ve been facing weird days as usual, but writing took my mind off of it.

Listening to Başka Biri by Güven Yüreyi + Yağmur by İlyas Yalçıntaş feat. Aytaç Kart

Drinking hazelnut latte

Reading Daisy Miller and Other Stories by Henry James

Eating walnuts

Chopping the damaged bits of my hair

Wearing layered coin necklaces

Practicing driving around town (post obtaining license)

Feeling hints of spring

Challenging myself to write every day

Facing a lot of “weird” days

Curling my hair and putting flowers in it for no reason

Filling up books with page markers

Finishing up my red journal at last (2014-2018)

Feeling nostalgic and reflective

Contemplating updating the vision board and mood board

Spending less time on my phone/laptop

Anticipating spring with urgency


New year, same me? January came by carrying nothing a brand-new slate, and I chose this opportunity to leave everything behind, officially and unapologetically. So far, it’s a jumpy ride, which is understandable as I am trying to get used to the new chapter. Winter is making me cold, and I am trying my hardest to warm my heart with a book and a blanket. Though not everything is going my way, there are still eleven months in the year.

Listening to Derdim Çok by Hande Ünsal (feat. Ozan Doğulu) + Kulup by Demet Akalın (feat. Ozan Doğulu)

Drinking garden cress seed drink

Wearing a preloved vintage watch

Eating (or drinking?) chicken soup

Challenging myself to not eat chips for 30 days

Also challenging myself not to be in bed until bedtime

Contemplating buying a new bookcase

Welcoming a new member to the family

Starting the first bullet journal of the year

Feeling moody and uninspired

Babysitting kids and kittens

Failing to read as avidly as I read last year

Also failing to find time for myself

Craving a bouquet of flowers

Feeling active and inactive simultaneously

Hoping for closure


December started off on a strange note; I found myself so depressed, standing by the harbor, watching the sunset with a Costa latte in hand yet feeling nothing at all. Wherever I went, I just wanted to be back home even though I trod my favorite places. The month was a blur, honestly, where I read at days, then ignored my books completely. And writing would never knock on my door. Toward the mid of December, gray clouds, heavy rains, and lightning started to bless our skies. They were the perfect distraction to my densely-polluted head.

Listening to Yaktım Gemileri by Uğur Etiler + Gel De Uyu by Soner Sarıkabadayı

Reminiscing over Costa Coffee

Also reminiscing over the chapters of 2017

Drinking caramel latte

Eating barbecued burger

Feeling exceptionally emotional, especially over losing a kitten

Also feeling very tired and sleepy

Collecting montages and polaroids to commemorate the year

Failing to write (but what’s new?)

Wearing a turban

Buying journals, camera sheets, and books

Slowly trying to beat my gratuitous anxiety episodes

Taking life one step at a time

Reading a poetry collection by Thom Gunn

Anticipating good news in the upcoming weeks