(in which members of the lgbtq community speak out about why they’re not open about their sexuality with their families.)
Shari Heck, 2014.
In 2007, as part of our drive around Europe Bondi and I headed north from Helsinki towards Kirkenes. We spent several nights close to this magnificent enormous ice-covered lake. This photo was taken a few minutes after our first glimpse of Lake Inari.
In Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy, the witch Serafina Pekkala comes from this region.
hwæt mē gemætte to midre nihte,
syðþan reordberend reste wunedon.
Lo! I will tell of the best of dreams,
what I dreamed in the middle of the night, after the speech-bearers were in bed.
The Dream of the Rood - one of the earliest Christian poems in the corpus of Old English literature and an example of the genre of dream poetry. It is sometimes considered one of the oldest works of Old English literature.
Lol I will tell…
Photo set by Jean-Louis Wertz in Venezuela http://www.jlwertz.be/en/photos/sport/venezuela/
Stephane Hanssens and Sean Villanueva O Driscoll
Aziz Ansari is like the king of callouts.
Another city there must be, better than this.
My every effort here is a sentence of condemnation against me,
and my heart —like a corpse— lies buried.
How long shall my mind remain smothered in this blight?
Wherever I turn my eye, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life
where I spent and spoiled and ruined so many years.”
Fresh lands you shall not find, you shall not find other seas.
The city shall ever follow you.
In streets you shall wander that are the same streets and
grow old in quarters that are the same
and among these very same houses you shall turn grey.
You shall always be returning to the city. Hope not;
there is no ship to take you to other lands, there is no road.
You have so spoiled your life here in this tiny corner
that you have ruined it in all the world.
The City, C. P. Cavafy
translated by George Valassopoulo (via outdarethenight)