1. thelandofmaps:

    Soil Map of the United States, from the Atlas of American Agriculture (1931) [3686x2327]

  2. elyssediamond:

    “Portrait of Infanta Isabella Clara Eugenia of Spain”, oil on canvas, after Alonso Sánchez Coello, Spanish, ca. 1531-1588.

    (via forgetfuldepths)

  4. ryanpanos:

    The Bus | Paul Kirchner | Via

    (via besturlonhere)

  5. Kurdish rebels have been locked in a desperate shitfight with the Islamic State over Kobanê, a Syrian city pressed right up against the Turkish border. Refugees flooded into Turkey and now the YPJ/YPG has vowed to die to the last man and woman before surrendering their town to cruel thugs.

    Follow these blogs and see what’s happening. Kobanê, you are not alone.

  6. fakjumather:




    traditional bulgarian clothes

    (via iuvencula)

  7. the-middle-eastern-feminist:

    I am a woman. I am a Kurd. And since I entered this world, this is the second time that my family and my people are experiencing a genocide and massacre. And this is the story of our life.

    This is the second time in 23 years, because of the threat of a genocide, there has been a mass exodus of my people to the borders of a hostile state, only to be shot at and beaten as they sought refuge from a greater evil. 

    This is the second time, in 23 years, that our girls have been carried away, erased from history; left only in the memory of those who loved them, forever left wallowing in the pits of the darkness that the evil in the hearts of some men forced on them. Their lives, their hopes, the love that they carried in their young hearts blowing away in the wind like the barely written pages in the rarest books; and surely each and every one of them was as rare and as precious as the next.

    There is a certain beauty in the fleeting nature of life. The meaning of life is in the nature of our experiences and what these experiences teach us. Some of us go through life never knowing any better, never questioning life or our value or place in the scheme of things. We know with certainty that the wheel of time spins a life of joy and immense privilege. We know that only good things come to us tomorrow, and we lay ourselves to sleep each night knowing the certainty of a blessed life. 

    And then there are others who carry a load so heavy that the weight of their pain is enough to break a lessor person a million times over. And I think of the elderly Yazidi woman who had no one left but a son that she raised with the tears of her loneliness; only for him to be lost careless in the dozens of massacres by ISIL. As if his life was not worth every ache in the bones of this mother, whose hopeless weeping should have shamed a thousand men- if we lived in a better world. I think of the force of her despair as her tears burst from her broken heart, and I wonder, as my own heart bleeds in response, “how can she persevere?”. And I think of the five year old boy who carried his 18 month old sister across miles, in extreme heat, with no water or food with his little feet, so that he could escape from grown men meaning him harm his innocent mind could not fathom; and I think a child should never have to live such a terror- but I am only reminded of my own childhood, and I realize my heart is twisting because he reminds me of my older brother and how we grew up in war, in refugee camps, escaping another genocide, another massacre, in hunger and poverty and I KNOW that reality is different. And still, I think of the Yazidi girls, renowned for their beauty, being carried away for the pleasure of men who, surely if hell existed, deserve no better place. And I think of the mother whose six daughters and new bride had been carried away by this same evil, and I struggle to understand; and surely, “how can we ask them to bear such pain?”

    And YET, today is Eid- the Festival of Sacrifices. And TODAY my people were meant to be sacrificed by ISIL as a gift to their people. And today is day 19 of the siege of Kobane. 19 days in which no support, food, aid and supplies have entered Kobane to the YPG AND YPJ forces simply because they are Kurds, and they are homeless, and because they dare to ask for the same right that so many people enjoy each and every single day. And, YET, against all odds, they persevere; because their brave hearts hope that one day they will leave this world a little bit better than when they entered it. One in which the Yazidi girls are safe and the little children are safe and in which Kurdish mothers do not celebrate their Eid in the graveyards of their sons and daughters, lost for a homeless nation.

    And yet, we persevere. We persevere despite our tears. We persevere, because we must.

    the kurds, doing god’s work, stand alone. no friends but the mountains. 

    (via kchikurdi)

  8. man-and-camera:

    Lone Elk in Grand Teton National Park VIX ➾ Luke Gram
  9. (Source: zawhatthe, via otakugangsta)