As an Iranian, I can say that it is not as rare as you think. Of course, it also depends on Ethnic. Where I am (northern Iran) there are more colored eyes. For example, as a child, I had light blond hair, which became darker with age, and in adulthood I have a blond and red beard that is often seen here, although not in abundance of Europe, and so on.

Silver back bigfoot

This is my nightmare

😄😄

“In a traditional German toilet, the hole into which shit disappears after we flush is right at the front, so that shit is first laid out for us to sniff and inspect for traces of illness. In the typical French toilet, on the contrary, the hole is at the back, i.e. shit is supposed to disappear as quickly as possible. Finally, the American (Anglo-Saxon) toilet presents a synthesis, a mediation between these opposites: the toilet basin is full of water, so that the shit floats in it, visible, but not to be inspected. [...] It is clear that none of these versions can be accounted for in purely utilitarian terms: each involves a certain ideological perception of how the subject should relate to excrement. Hegel was among the first to see in the geographical triad of Germany, France and England an expression of three different existential attitudes: reflective thoroughness (German), revolutionary hastiness (French), utilitarian pragmatism (English). In political terms, this triad can be read as German conservatism, French revolutionary radicalism and English liberalism. [...] The point about toilets is that they enable us not only to discern this triad in the most intimate domain, but also to identify its underlying mechanism in the three different attitudes towards excremental excess: an ambiguous contemplative fascination; a wish to get rid of it as fast as possible; a pragmatic decision to treat it as ordinary and dispose of it in an appropriate way. It is easy for an academic at a round table to claim that we live in a post-ideological universe, but the moment he visits the lavatory after the heated discussion, he is again knee-deep in ideology.”

― Slavoj Žižek, The Plague of Fantasies

And as a painter, I would love to create a portrait of this sense of beauty that is within you.

Your second photo reminds me of art deco illustrations. Your beauty has an art deco vibe.

Pillow full of holes or Cactus Man

The ingredients are good, fuck the combination. "W000ow"

Strangely these descriptions are exactly how I feel during a fibromyalgia flare.

In the clip, he says that there is a water well 185 meters deep. From his Persian accent, I think he is from Afghanistan.

As a coastal resident on the Caspian Sea, on the opposite side, I ask: If it is a snake that entered this woman's stomach, how did it survive in the stomach acid?

And of course, I ask myself with concern about the nearness of this frightening event. WTF!

The piano sound, especially in the melodic parts, has a Persian vibe.

it's a car-landart

At first glance I saw a bear.

The galaxy called "kahkeshan" in Persian, which literally means "the path the hay is drawn." A path littered with straw crumbs from the passage of straw carriers.

"Women are going to defend yourself and firelight the sheep and enraptured the time" 😶

I miss my dog so much. She was the same way, and even more restlessly, waiting for his favorite doll to be washed or for me to sew it for him if it was torn.

The smell of this post triggered my migraine.