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#GoT
shaestel:

"I don’t know why"?
I think I know why: because that’s what actually fucking happened.

shaestel:

"I don’t know why"?

I think I know why: because that’s what actually fucking happened.

#*BLESS THIS POST* #well... we have evidences that he tried to remarry #partcularly with women from the realm of Spain which was a very powerful partner #but all his attempts were clearly half-hearted and vain #During his last years as widower Henry was depicted as ‘cheap’ and fearing for his dynasty’s future #(such a fear had been the reason of Elizabeth’s last pregnancy: #to have more than one and only son and so a new heir —and Henry must had felt very responsible in som ways for her death) #So remarrying could have been pretty beneficial for him: #a financial supply with the dowry #and the possibility for more children to secure his throne and his dynasty. #Two advantages that a man like Henry Tudor pragmatic and ‘cold’ when about political matters could have used. #But he didn’t. He never remarried despite long six years as widower. #I personaly think that it was devotion from him to his wife’s memory #and perhaps that the life of widower was probably easier that the one of a new husband. #Knowing how pious he was i hardly imagine him with a mistress after Elizabeth’s death despite the rumor #(i doubt his health could even allow such thing btw) #and I could go further and even say that in some ways #this life of solitude could have been a punishment or sanction he inflicted himself and accepted #because he felt responsible of his wife’s death... #(((SORRY BUT I HAVE SO MANY FEELS ABOUT THESE TWO AND THEIR MUTUAL DEVOTION AND LOVE *sobs*)) #henry vii #elizabeth of yok
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wifipasswords:

I JUST REALIZED NONE OF YOU HAVE EVER HEARD ME TALK

Grace Kelly photographed by Philippe Halsman for LIFE Magazine, 1955.
Grace Kelly photographed by Philippe Halsman for LIFE Magazine, 1955.

Anonymous asked you: Hamilton or Burr?

7 hours ago 28 notes via deadbishop
karamazove:

One man band, c.1880s

karamazove:

One man band, c.1880s

7 hours ago 593 notes via karamazove
girlannachronism:

Alexander McQueen fall 2014 rtw details

girlannachronism:

Alexander McQueen fall 2014 rtw details

7 hours ago 3,092 notes via girlannachronism
ancientpeoples:

Golden earrings with stones and glass - These earrings shows the Egyptian Atef crown and underneath a heart shaped pendant. They are 1.6 by 7 cm big. 
Greek, Hellenistic, 3rd or 2nd century BC. Source: Metropolitan Museum

ancientpeoples:

Golden earrings with stones and glass - These earrings shows the Egyptian Atef crown and underneath a heart shaped pendant. They are 1.6 by 7 cm big. 

Greek, Hellenistic, 3rd or 2nd century BC.
Source: Metropolitan Museum

tierradentro:

Detail from Caravaggio’s “Boy with a Basket of Fruit”, c.1593.

tierradentro:

Detail from Caravaggio’s “Boy with a Basket of Fruit”, c.1593.

7 hours ago 1,333 notes via tierradentro

qvibbler:

Harry Potter Meme: ♕ Seven Relationships

3/7 Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort
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#hp
7 hours ago 16,128 notes via wearyvoices

Her little Johnny spend the whole day with his grandpa so she had for once the rest of the afternoon just for herself. Virginia’s beauty bloomed everywhere in Spring. Martha couldn’t resist the urge to enjoy it and she walked alone during hours without noticing it. A few steps away from the river passing through her father’s property, she sat down on the grass and laid on her back to listen to the water. Her umbrella was still on her horse but she had no envy to move, and didn’t really care much about the sun.
A sudden warm breeze betrayed him, carrying a perfume of soap and lavender to her noze. She heard his footsteps getting closer and opened her eyes blinded by the sun as a smile curled up her pink lips. Above her, red freckles and ginger hair. A smile, and she smiled back. Thomas. He took off his hat to sit beside her and silently joined her on the grass. They looked at everything but each others: at the clouds and their incongruous forms, at the birds and their mute waltz, at the leaves and their thousands shades of green given by the rays of light… Silence was comfortable between them and they both appreciated that. During long minutes they stared at the sky getting darker, the clouds turning into stars and the bright blue disappearing behind a black veil —he took her hand in his at some point. Quietude. Until one of them moved to whisper into the ear of the other, and the silence turned into a delightful giggle invading the night of May.

fashion-runways:

Ziad Nakad Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2014

fashion-runways:

Ziad Nakad Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2014

1 day ago 3,766 notes via fashion-runways

Her little Johnny spend the whole day with his grandpa so she had for once the rest of the afternoon just for herself. Virginia’s beauty bloomed everywhere in Spring. Martha couldn’t resist the urge to enjoy it and she walked alone during hours without noticing it. A few steps away from the river passing through her father’s property, she sat down on the grass and laid on her back to listen to the water. Her umbrella was still on her horse but she had no envy to move, and didn’t really care much about the sun.
A sudden warm breeze betrayed him, carrying a perfume of soap and lavender to her noze. She heard his footsteps getting closer and opened her eyes blinded by the sun as a smile curled up her pink lips. Above her, red freckles and ginger hair. A smile, and she smiled back. Thomas. He took off his hat to sit beside her and silently joined her on the grass. They looked at everything but each others: at the clouds and their incongruous forms, at the birds and their mute waltz, at the leaves and their thousands shades of green given by the rays of light… Silence was comfortable between them and they both appreciated that. During long minutes they stared at the sky getting darker, the clouds turning into stars and the bright blue disappearing behind a black veil —he took her hand in his at some point. Quietude. Until one of them moved to whisper into the ear of the other, and the silence turned into a delightful giggle invading the night of May.

1 day ago 43 notes