American History 101
truth. i honestly dont give a rats ass if you unfollow me for this. learn the truth, sometimes the truth hurts.
Reblogging for the gif about shrinking Native American territories. Just look at the huge difference between 1860 and 1870. In just ten years.
This is one of the best posts on Tumblr.
That tip pic doe!
Japanese Yuzen Chiyogami © mosaicmouse
Bronze Rust Brown Wave Pattern
This Is the Most Detailed Image of the Universe Ever Captured
NASA has just published the most detailed view of the Universe ever taken. It’s called the Extreme Deep Field—or XDF for short. It took ten years of Hubble Space Telescope photographs to make it and it shows some the oldest galaxies ever observed by humans, going 13.2 billion years back in time.
It’s a mindblowing, extremely humbling view. Not only for what it shows, but for what it doesn’t show. While this image contains about 5,500 galaxies, it only displays a tiny part of the sky, a ridiculously small slice of the Universe.
is this not fucking terrifying or
i love science
This just makes me cry. And not in like an “I’m crying!” or “I’m screaming!” kind of way where they’re probably sat there with their face in their hand scrolling and not much else. It literally makes me cry. The intensity, the enormity of it all, the fact that we have no clue at all how vast this universe is, no clue of what is out there, the insane, crazy things that could exist. All of that and I’m worried about how my tummy wobbles? No fucking way. Space is so incredible, it makes me feel like a tiny blip of nothing and that is comforting like you wouldn’t believe. This just makes me cry.
Judd Birdsall: I have newfound respect for all the motorists I encounter on British roads. A UK license is basically a PhD in driving
Jim Morrison would have been 70 years old today. Read our 1981 cover story on the legacy of the Lizard King.
Ahem, Jim Morrison *IS* 70 years old.
“Let me repeat. I have not read all the work of this present generation of writing. I have not had time yet. So I must speak only of the ones I do know. I am thinking now of what I rate the best one, Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye, perhaps because this one expresses so completely what I have tried to say. A youth, father to what will—must—someday be a man, more intelligent than some and more sensitive than most, who—he would not even have called it by instinct because he did not know he possessed it because God perhaps had put it there, loved man and wished to be a part of mankind, humanity, who tried to join the human race and failed. To me, his tragedy was not that he was, as he perhaps thought, not tough enough or brave enough or deserving enough to be accepted into humanity. His tragedy was that when he attempted to enter the human race, there was no human race there. There was nothing for him to do save buzz, frantic and inviolate, inside the glass wall of his tumbler, until he either gave up or was himself, by himself, by his own frantic buzzing, destroyed.”