Tumgik
gorskivijenac · 15 days
Text
Tumblr media
Chen Chen, from "Poplar Street"
4K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 16 days
Photo
Tumblr media
67K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 25 days
Note
do you know where the film still with the dog and "what breed is it? - Serb" is from?
https://youtu.be/ASBOZcPUYa8?si=PZZiUtfZhL4cdDg2 at 35:00
2 notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 27 days
Photo
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 27 days
Text
Tumblr media
— Oxygen, by Mary Oliver
3K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 27 days
Text
Tumblr media
Marching to my own tunes
6K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 27 days
Audio
Joan Baez, “Farewell, Angelina,” Newport Folk Festival, July 23, 1965.
70 notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Photo
Tumblr media
22K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Text
“Was there ever an incident when a Hamshen was arrested just for saying that he/she was of Armenian extraction? No one wanted to risk an answer. Harun spoke of an incident in 1982 when an ASALA activist had been arrested. They showed him on TV and the guy spoke a few words in Armenian. In an open-air cafe a Hamshen named Tahsin Alper said, “Geez, the guy is one of us.” Alper was thrown in jail just for uttering the word “us”. Alper was a heavy drinker and died years ago.”
— -Vahan Ishkhanyan, from this article about Hamshentsis, Hetq Online
23 notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
‘The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet’ by Frederic Leighton, c. 1855.
7K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Photo
Tumblr media
rings from santana bellas 1903 capsule
shot by nico chavez
21K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
No Date // oh deer // Oregon
7K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Text
Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of natural death. Every lover could be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love. When something hurts you, saddens you, I rush to avoid it, to alter it, to feel as you do, but you turn away with a gesture of impatience and say: "I don’t understand."
Anaïs Nin, from The Four Chambered Heart
3K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina, 1948, Walter Sanders (People and Customs of Yugoslavia) 
469 notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
15K notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Photo
Tumblr media
The traditional dress of a Christian Palestinian married woman in Bethlehem (1900-1920).
323 notes · View notes
gorskivijenac · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
cat donuts
15K notes · View notes