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@asimetricnost
Nedostaje mi era tumblr-a. Bring me back pls.
Postoje kuće koje se nikad ne ruše i nikada ti nisu zaključane.
— Dajana Grubišić
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
Lepo je vreme, trebalo bi da blokiramo svaku ulicu, dok nam gradovi ne zaliče na ono što jesu – na neprohodne i nepodnošljive crne rupe.
– Maša Seničić
l absolutely refuse to be nonchalant. I choose to be vulnerable. I choose to surround myself with people who are able to care. For each other, for this world, for the painful injustices inflicted on others on a daily basis. I don't know why we're here, but I do know we have a heart and a soul and the fact that some people consciously refuse to use theirs fully (as an attempt I guess to preserve an image of a detached intelectual douchebag) is an insult to the very life that animates their existence. Neutrality always, ALWAYS, benefits the oppressor and proves nothing other than a total failure of either your intellect, or your own humanity, or both. At the end of the day, the “neutrals" will beg for us not to be neutral when it's their asses on the line. And they know it. They're counting on it.
– Lana Bastašić
Masseria Battimuro, Puglia, Italy
‘Somewhere in Northern Italy’
Call Me By Your Name (dir. Luca Guadagnino, 2017)
Medianeras (2011) dir. Gustavo Taretto
you won’t figure shit out from my posts. i could post “i love him so much” and i’m talking about a chicken wing. stay woke.
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Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's
Barbara Kruger
Passion gives me moments of wholeness.
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One, 1931-1934 (via hellanne)
María Juárez
whatever *drinks red wine* *lies in the middle of road*
Crnjanski
Ja sam patila zbog izobilja U tuđim gradovima Po tuđim ulicama ljudi Nisu čuli za tebe Crnjanski Ja sam te čitala ispod klupe I čitale su moje drugarice Ne znam šta je bilo sa njima One su Po tuđim gradovima Po tuđim ulicama Ja sam u gradu koji se smanjio I svet se isto smanjio Crnjanski Ja sam dobila sada glavu tvoju Ne znam šta sa glavom muškom Da radim sem da je stavim U krilo Ova glava Teška je za krilo Crnjanski
Milena Markovic