Jackassjamboree - No Such Thing As Mystery

maybejustified:

interwar:

US soldier sharing cigarettes with a Japanese girl, 1946.

this could’ve been my grandparents

nativeskins:

Many Native Americans welcomed African Americans into their villages. Even as slaves many African Americans became part of a family group, and many intermarried with Native Americans -  thus many later became classified as Black Indians

Laleh Seddigh (born 1977), is an Iranian female race car driver. Racing both on circuits and in rallies, she is recognized as the best female racer in the country. Seddigh had to get special permission from a local ayatollah in order to compete against men. A PhD student from Tehran, she has been nicknamed "a little Schumacher" after the German Formula One champion.

"Resistance from men does not bother me. Once I get on the track I like to use my technical skills, take control and dominate the other drivers."

You're reading Roman history and sometimes someone will talk about freedom of speech or separation of powers or election integrity or land reform in terms which are just shockingly modern, like literally could have been written yesterday, and then you remember that outside of political philosophy this is a brutal expansionist slave state where even the free peasants had little real power and *then* you realize why the Founding Fathers vibed with Rome as much as they did

androgirls:

(via folxtronica)

Wax on Radio - Guilding The Lily (Exposition: 2006) Widened eyes, why the look of startled surprise? Following, what's become of a sad sense of hope and your moaning of faith Sickened words of sadder days, a glorious fate Trust not what we've come to make of the truth Waking to the walls closing in around you Bright and bold are the fires we've set after you

Your grasp has been released from the god awful hand Your grasp has been released As an aching will rise in the bones, when will I need you?

Dig down in the sand tell us son what you've found in your hand You hold the ghost of your lost and broken soul Tell of the faith we will need to know for the plans to be made What's come of love? Will you know not what you've done until you see her? Me and my love We can't see straight Oh, me and my love We can't see straight

As we walk through a wood to a clearing of light Where the moonlight lets in all the creatures that stir there in the night I have followed you if only to show what we reap we will not sew Fading gray As the trouble come and go Fading gray

I have followed you if only to show that an aching rises in bone

Love of mine I have to tell you we're out of time The hell that has wrought us will soon reprise And leave our souls knowing life is pain until death closes our eyes