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Median number of languages spoken by the EU population.

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Lauren Singleton, aka YesStitchYes

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Gunnar Norrman

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I think all Latino actors want to be storytellers first. I want to be an actor first, and then I want to be Latina.

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Agnieszka Sosnowska

In My Backyard: Iceland

For a long time I thought that photographs showed the viewer what the world looked like. It wasn’t until college that I learned that a photograph could tell a story. While studying photography at Massachusetts College of Art I began a series of self portraits that now span 25 years. I was 18 years old when I began to take them. These self portraits helped me better understand who I was and what I hoped to become. I still continue to make these self-portraits, but in a new setting: in 2005 I married an Icelander and moved to a farm in the eastern part of Iceland.

In Iceland, the landscape and the weather are infinitely changing. Age and decay create a surreal world of rituals that may appear unappealing or in some cases, grotesque. The rituals of farming and hunting are slow, deliberate, and labor intensive. Fishing, hunting, planting and gathering are considered pastimes for many people in the developed world. The pace of farming is slow, dictated by nature, economy and sheer will. Farming, to me, can be seen as a physical manifestation of a human’s determination. A farmer’s efforts are uncertain; such a life choice seems noble.

The affects of a cross-cultural life inspires the characters that I create. Here in Iceland—a culture embedded with ancient sagas, myths of elves that live inside rocks and so on—I hear many voices that come to life.

My adult experiences have informed my sensibility and allowed me to expose the hidden world of the stories nurtured within my mind. As a woman, I interpret these cultural stories in a primal and sensual way. To embody what is sometimes ordinary, sometimes purely feminine and sometimes supernatural is to seek a way to make private images public.

I use a 4X5 view camera to create my images. From beneath my dark cloth, I compose the edges of a story that reveals my inclusion in a place. My photographs are the language that connects me to truths deep within myself. In that split second when the lens-shutter clicks, fantasy and reality become one.

—Agnieszka Sosnowska

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One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.

My father’s advice #1 (via northern-proper)

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Queer YA tends to validate gay and lesbian identities with a force and clarity it doesn’t grant to bisexuality. And when queer YA does validate bisexuality, it only tends to do so in two very specific and limiting ways: either the bisexual character has had relationships with at least one boy and one girl in the past, or the bisexual character is currently in a love triangle with exactly one boy and one girl (I say boy and girl because queer YA suffers from a truly appalling dearth of nonbinary characters). Made out with a girl? Check. Made out with a boy? Check. Congrats, you’re a genuine bisexual! Please proceed to the Bisexual Registration Office to submit your paperwork and confirm your status. No, you haven’t checked those boxes? Sorry, but why exactly do you think you belong here? This trope spreads the insidious idea that, while straight kids and gay kids can know their identity instinctively, bisexual kids “can’t know for sure until it happens,” i.e. until they’ve had positive sexual or romantic experiences with people of multiple genders. While gay and lesbian kids also hear that message from the straight world, I think it’s something bisexual kids are more likely to internalize. After all, most of us are attracted to people of the “opposite” gender. So when we start to explore queer spaces, we get imposter syndrome. That nagging feeling that we need to do more to prove to others, and ourselves, that we belong. I’ve experienced that, and I’ve heard it from nearly all of my questioning friends at one point or another. And that’s so harmful. It’s not as though we’re all asleep in a glass coffin of heteronormativity and being kissed by someone of the same gender is the only way to wake up. There are tons of valid ways to figure out one’s identity, and sexual experimentation is only one of them.

Bisexual Awareness Week Series Day #2 - On Failing to Recognize Ourselves in Mirrors by Claire Spaulding on GayYA.Org (via thegayya)

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“Rent Parties” were raucous events that helped black tenants shoulder inflated housing costs. Witty rhymes abound on these ephemeral records of dancing in the face of racism. Read more: https://hyperallergic.com/369172/langston-hughes-collection-of-harlem-renaissance-rent-party-cards/