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Macro photographs of butterfly and moth wings

“How does one hate a country, or love one?… I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love for one’s country; is it hate for one’s uncountry? Then it’s not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That’s a good thing, but one mustn’t make a virtue of it, or a profession.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Left Hand of Darkness (1969)

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llovinghome

Ireland

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“In the Meadow”, by Japanese artist Natsuki Nakamura

whentherewerebicycles

“We need to tell each other stories of different ways you can live, different ways you can be; predicated not on how close you get to the life you were assumed or expected to have, but on the queer wanderings of the life you live. I would have liked to have known there were other ways of living, of being. I would have liked to have known that women do not have to be in relation to men.”

— Sara Ahmed, Living a Feminist Life