youngfirstlady:

Jack Kennedy’s emotional range is caught in this sequence by Jacques Lowe, taken while flying out of West Virginia en route to Nebraska in the spring of 1960. The candidate listens, laughs, questions, and evaluates. Jack’s cigars, lit or not, were calming props during this campaign drama but were rarely seen in public.
— Intimate and Unseen Photographs of the Kennedys by Jacques Lowe

Team StarKid With Darren Criss: A Day in the Life in Photos

mandolinmonger:

Lazy Sundays..

Pose practices are always an excellent reason for drawing cuddles. :3

HBICs of history » Joan  of  Arc

Joan (1412-1431) was a French military heroine. She was a peasant girl who from an early age believed she heard the voices of Saints Michael, Catherine, and Margaret. When she was about 16, her voices began urging her to aid France’s dauphin (crown prince) and save France from the English attempt at conquest in the Hundred Years’ War. Dressed in men’s clothes, she visited the dauphin and convinced him, his advisers, and the church authorities to support her. With her inspiring conviction, she rallied the French troops and raised the English siege of Orléans in 1429. She soon defeated the English again at Patay. The dauphin was crowned king at Reims as Charles VII, with Joan beside him. Her siege of Paris was unsuccessful, and in 1430 she was captured by the Burgundians and sold to the English. Abandoned by Charles, she was turned over to the ecclesiastical court at Rouen, controlled by French clerics who supported the English, and tried for witchcraft and heresy (1431). She fiercely defended herself but finally recanted and was sentenced to life imprisonment. When she again asserted that she had been divinely inspired, she was burned at the stake.

kettlebag:

To always love you. To defend you even if I know you’re wrong. To surprise you. To always pick up your call no matter what I’m doing. To bake you cookies at least twice a year and to kiss you whenever and where ever you want. Mostly to make sure that you always remember how perfectly imperfect you are.

Do you want to know how I picture the end of my life? Just like in The Notebook: I’m sitting in a nursing home, talking endlessly about my high school sweetheart; my first love. Only, in my version he’s there with me ♥