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herbertbillings:

100 Reasons (Why I’m Not Out To My Family)” pt. 2

(in which members of the lgbtq community speak out about why they’re not open about their sexuality with their families.)

poster series

Shari Heck, 2014.

delicatemartyr:

Poignant

delicatemartyr:

Poignant

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.

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, ic swefna cyst secgan wylle,
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.

Original work and translation

(via mediumaevum)

Lol I will tell…

Attention @gishkishenh
Oil on gold leaf 
source: http://www.troycarney.com/?page_id=85

Attention @gishkishenh

Oil on gold leaf 

source: http://www.troycarney.com/?page_id=85

Photo set by Jean-Louis Wertz in Venezuela  http://www.jlwertz.be/en/photos/sport/venezuela/Stephane Hanssens and Sean Villanueva O Driscoll

Photo set by Jean-Louis Wertz in Venezuela  http://www.jlwertz.be/en/photos/sport/venezuela/

Stephane Hanssens and Sean Villanueva O Driscoll

Just what everyone wants at the end of the bed: 60kg of Alaskan Malamute

saydolly:

Aziz Ansari is like the king of callouts.

You said: “I shall go to some other land, I shall go to some other sea.
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)