• humansofnewyork:

"One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them. 'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs. They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’ I said: ‘None.’They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

    humansofnewyork:

    "One day I drove into the city to buy goods for my shop. I repaired antennas and satellite dishes, so I needed some replacement parts. But on the road there was a checkpoint for the Syrian government, and two soldiers came up to my car. They began to argue with each other. ‘Let’s take him,’ said one of them. 
    'Let him go,' said the other. And they went back and forth, and back and forth. But finally the first man won the argument, and they took me out of my car, put a blindfold on me, and took me to jail. When I got to the jail, they began beating me with a cord. They asked me if I supported the rebels. I kept saying 'No,' but they kept beating me. They took off all my clothes. They said: 'We are going to whip you 35 times, and if you say 'ouch,' we will start from the beginning. They whipped me and kicked me and broke 3 of my ribs. 
    They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers you’ve killed.’ 
    I said: ‘None.’
    They said: ‘Tell us how many soldiers!”
    I said: ‘None. I haven’t killed anyone.’
    But they kept beating me and they ripped off my toenails and I screamed: ‘Eleven! Eleven! I killed eleven soldiers!’ So they put me into prison. But I never killed any soldiers. I never fought anyone. I’m a good person. I have a very sweet heart. You believe me when I tell you this, don’t you?”
    (Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • humansofnewyork:

"I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong." (Amman, Jordan)

    humansofnewyork:

    "I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong." (Amman, Jordan)

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • humansofnewyork:

"My brother went to college in America, and it was very hard for my parents to send him there. My father worked two jobs. I’d always hear him talking to my mother about money troubles. So when I graduated from high school, I went straight to work, to help pay for my brother’s school. I never resented it, because I knew he was more intelligent than me, and he deserved it. But now he has a great job in Australia, and I wish that I’d gone to college. But you know what? That same brother married into a family with two sisters. He married the older sister. And at the wedding, I met the younger sister, we danced, and now we are married. Her name means ‘angel,’ and she is my angel. And I tell her every day that she’s better than being a millionaire. So my brother got his job. And I got my wife." (Dhana, Jordan)

    humansofnewyork:

    "My brother went to college in America, and it was very hard for my parents to send him there. My father worked two jobs. I’d always hear him talking to my mother about money troubles. So when I graduated from high school, I went straight to work, to help pay for my brother’s school. I never resented it, because I knew he was more intelligent than me, and he deserved it. But now he has a great job in Australia, and I wish that I’d gone to college. But you know what? That same brother married into a family with two sisters. He married the older sister. And at the wedding, I met the younger sister, we danced, and now we are married. Her name means ‘angel,’ and she is my angel. And I tell her every day that she’s better than being a millionaire. So my brother got his job. And I got my wife." (Dhana, Jordan)

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • eternalliquidstone:

The beating heart. <3

    eternalliquidstone:

    The beating heart. <3

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • importantsecret:

    Dedicado a Jorge.

    Unos fans del Señor de los Anillos, explican por qué Gandalf no usó las águilas desde el principio para llevar el anillo a Mordor… Genial.

    Aug
    15
    2014

  • thefilmstage:

    Photos by a young Stanley Kubrick, taken in the 1940’s while employed by Look Magazine. [x] [Set 1 of 2]

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • theotherjax:

hideakiohno:

Casual reminder that in one of Leonardo da Vinci’s many notebooks containing innumerable artistic and scientific sketches and notes of incomprehensible important, there is a sketch of two penises with legs and tails walking towards a crudely drawn anus.
The sketch was most likely done by Leonardo’s apprentice Salai, who was not only very likely one of Leonardo’s lovers, but who was also infamously mischievous. Better yet, the anus is literally labeled “Salai.”
So either Salai drew these while Leonardo wasn’t looking just to annoy his boyfriend, or Leonardo himself put actual time and energy into drawing these. Either way, the human race is truly blessed to have made such a discovery.
There are dick drawings like the ones you see on desks in school in Leonardo da Vinci’s notebooks. Please cherish this information.

In the midst of exploring Renaissance Italy history for reasons, I have found a wonder.

    theotherjax:

    hideakiohno:

    Casual reminder that in one of Leonardo da Vinci’s many notebooks containing innumerable artistic and scientific sketches and notes of incomprehensible important, there is a sketch of two penises with legs and tails walking towards a crudely drawn anus.

    The sketch was most likely done by Leonardo’s apprentice Salai, who was not only very likely one of Leonardo’s lovers, but who was also infamously mischievous. Better yet, the anus is literally labeled “Salai.”

    So either Salai drew these while Leonardo wasn’t looking just to annoy his boyfriend, or Leonardo himself put actual time and energy into drawing these. Either way, the human race is truly blessed to have made such a discovery.

    There are dick drawings like the ones you see on desks in school in Leonardo da Vinci’s notebooks. Please cherish this information.

    In the midst of exploring Renaissance Italy history for reasons, I have found a wonder.

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • gifak-net:

Dog with a Heart of Gold

    gifak-net:

    Dog with a Heart of Gold

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • sublim-ature:

Eagle Glacier, AlaskaMac Danzig

    sublim-ature:

    Eagle Glacier, Alaska
    Mac Danzig

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • humansofnewyork:

"Back in Syria, I sold antiques and Orientals. I had all sorts of things in my shop: glass vases, old stamps, coins from the Roman and Ottoman empire, valuable laces, antique furniture. But they beat me with rifles and knocked out my teeth. Then they burned my store to the ground." (Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

    humansofnewyork:

    "Back in Syria, I sold antiques and Orientals. I had all sorts of things in my shop: glass vases, old stamps, coins from the Roman and Ottoman empire, valuable laces, antique furniture. But they beat me with rifles and knocked out my teeth. Then they burned my store to the ground." 
    (Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • fotojournalismus:

A girl looks through the window of a minibus as her family prepares to leave the Beit Hanoun neighbourhood in Gaza City on August 8, 2014. (Siegfried Modola/Reuters)

    fotojournalismus:

    A girl looks through the window of a minibus as her family prepares to leave the Beit Hanoun neighbourhood in Gaza City on August 8, 2014. (Siegfried Modola/Reuters)

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • humansofnewyork:

"This one likes photos too much. If he takes one more photo, I will break his camera. But don’t translate that."(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

    humansofnewyork:

    "This one likes photos too much. If he takes one more photo, I will break his camera. But don’t translate that."
    (Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)

    Aug
    15
    2014
  • humansofnewyork:

"We were engaged for six months, but her parents made her marry a richer man." "What’s the last thing you said to her?""I told her: ‘I’ve done all that I can do. I wish you happiness in your life.’"(Petra, Jordan)

    humansofnewyork:

    "We were engaged for six months, but her parents made her marry a richer man." 
    "What’s the last thing you said to her?"
    "I told her: ‘I’ve done all that I can do. I wish you happiness in your life.’"
    (Petra, Jordan)

    Aug
    13
    2014

  • (Source: ribly)

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“Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.”
― Jim Jarmusch about originality.

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