Listening to Philip Glass while cleaning the oven and baking bread for the boy’s birthday dinner tonight. Shiiiiiiit.

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via quotes-shape-us)
Sometimes when you’re homesick for dahlias, you need to walk to the Market and get some. (at Maranatha Manor)

Sometimes when you’re homesick for dahlias, you need to walk to the Market and get some. (at Maranatha Manor)

Something I turn to when I’m feeling homesick. Those piano interjections kill me.

wonderous-world:

American Bison, Excelsior, Yellowstone National Park, WY, USA
photo by Melanie M


This blog stops for bison

wonderous-world:

American Bison, Excelsior, Yellowstone National Park, WY, USA

photo by Melanie M

This blog stops for bison

(via firstdefeat)

The BF and I have made it a goal to visit every gay bar in Seattle for at least one drink before I have to go back to teaching in a couple weeks. This afternoon we found ourselves in West Seattle and, after taking a nap in Lincoln Park, we went to Outwest and had some G&Ts. Side note: Outwest is great, and apparently when they’re not showing movies or hosting karaoke, they just play episodes of The Golden Girls? Anyway, the bartender started playing The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert while we were there, and this scene is one of the most gratuitously awesome things I’ve ever seen. BRB, just lip synching to “Sempre libera” on top of a bus in Australia. It’s the draggiest of drag and I love it so much.

Still my fave Kenneth moment.

Still my fave Kenneth moment.

humansofnewyork:

"I would give my soul if I could fix her brain." (Dohuk, Iraq)

humansofnewyork:

"I would give my soul if I could fix her brain." (Dohuk, Iraq)

Saw a 1500-year-old church/mosque/museum, walked for miles (kilometers), drank Nescafé from a can, ate lunch beneath a photo of Anthony Bourdain, didn’t drink enough water, burned my shoulders, bought some souvenirs, started planning my next visit. Istanbul, you beautiful monster. (at Ayasofya)

Saw a 1500-year-old church/mosque/museum, walked for miles (kilometers), drank Nescafé from a can, ate lunch beneath a photo of Anthony Bourdain, didn’t drink enough water, burned my shoulders, bought some souvenirs, started planning my next visit. Istanbul, you beautiful monster. (at Ayasofya)