Bludni Batak

Ognjen 25/ Serbia,music,books,guitar,spending time with friends,joking around,not giving a fuck, digging deep into human mind ;)

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Rue de rivoli Paris 1930s

Photo: Brassai 

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Woodworking at the End of the World”, Time Is a Mother

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Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

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— Malia Makana, from “Like Differently Love.”

[junkfoodcinemas]

Blade Runner (1982) dir. Ridley Scott

[vixenblack89]

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

Oscar Wilde (via vixenblack89)

[bookmania]

I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live.

Oscar Wilde (via bookmania)

[bluestranger]

Griffin Dunne in After Hours (1985) <3

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paintings by Alyssa Monks

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[ognjenbatak]

Carlos Santana - Song For My Brother [Audio HQ]

Questa canzone la dedico a mio fratello Daniele. "Song For My Brother" song n° 4 from the album "The Swing of Delight"(1980) by Carlos Santana. I love much t...

I guess it always comes back to you

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Ingmar Bergman

source: criterionbabe

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Andrei Tarkovsky

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May everything come true. May they believe. And may they laugh at their own passions. For what they call passion is not really the energy of the soul, but merely friction between the soul and the outside world. But, above all, may they believe in themselves and become as helpless as children. For softness is great and strenght is worthless. When a man is born, he is soft and pliable. When he dies, he is strong and hard. When tree grows, it is soft and pliable. But when it is dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strenght are death’s companions. Flexibility and softness are the embodiment of life. That which has become hard shall not triumph. Aleksander Kaidanovsky   in “Stalker” (1979)

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Mr. Nobody (2009)