New York, US. 20. Gemini.

Honor, Glory, Pride

I am the daughter of the Viscount Admiral Sir Edward Pellew. One of his more difficult children, if that can be believed. For I must confess my dear brother Fleetwood is no walk in the park. Regardless of how much favoritism his gets. There is much to be said on my relationship with dear Captain Hornblower and the story as to how I met Arthur but that is a tale for another day.

Guest(s) in Attendance

"I have not yet begun to fight!"

Note I: Please note, this is my personal tumblr, but please check the 'her grace' link to find my rp tumblrs. This is really for the rp blogs that follow me or I follow.

aenglaland:

The ruins of Rievaulx Abbey in North Yorkshire. Established in 1132 and dissolved in 1538 by the orders of Henry the 8th during the period of the dissolution of the English Monasteries. It was one of the largest and wealthiest abbeys in England. 

thatwetshirt:

Every moment has its pleasures and its hope…

I leave for London in 6 and a half hours. Oh my god…this is such a strange feeling…I don’t even know what to think just yet! I keep looking about wondering what I’m missing and naturally I’m coming up short and can’t think of anything. I do think that I probably should have gotten a converter for the outlets with more outlet holes, but que sera sera. It also would’ve been nice to have a conventional charger for my camera-as opposed to sticking the little card in a phone and charging it through the phone-welcome to my household. We never do things normally. 

My greatest regret is not being able to find the next Sharpe book, or a copy of Byron’s works before I left. Could you imagine? the school bookstore didn’t have a copy! how bloody stupid is THAT? I admittedly forgot about the barnes n nobles on 5th avenue…but that was a little out of my way. Still. Agh…that annoys me. I’d bitch less if it wasn’t a seven hour flight -_- I do have Pellew, though.

It’s so weird.  I can’t even think past the next hour…I can’t quite grasp that I’m leaving for London…I’m unbelievably excited but I just can’t quite grasp that it’s actually HAPPENING. I have pounds! or quid? Oh my goodness. I’ll make a more sensible post eventually. Just…not right now. 

"To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead."  - Thomas Paine (via thelittlephilosopher)

fapoleon-bonerparte:

Reception at Compiegne in 1810

- François Flameng 

history meme ∙ (2/6) women ∙ jane austen

Jane Austen (16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817) was an English novelist whose works of romantic fiction, set among the landed gentry, earned her a place as one of the most widely read writers in English literature. Her realism and biting social commentary have gained her historical importance among scholars and critics.

messrrovedbaxsterandlutece:

The beauty of England and her country houses. Once the pride of the nation and envy of many others, these large, wonderfully sprawling structures dominated the countrysides they once stood upon. However, with the decay of the aristocracy, the houses themselves followed suit. Some, such as Trentham Hall, were demolished. Others like Witley Court burnt to a shell. These images serve as reminders that unfortunately Britain simply is not as great as it once was…

•  (I’m running errands for my pregnant wife. While walking to a nearby store, I see two teenagers harassing a child that is only four or five years old. I shoo them away from the boy, and he introduces himself.)
• Me: “So, where’s your mom at?”
• Boy: “She’s in the store. Do you have kids?”
• Me: “Not yet. We’re expecting a baby girl soon, though.”
• Boy: “Well, she’s going to turn out nice, like you! So, I’m going to marry her someday!”
•  (I laugh, and play along while I bring him to the service desk, and wait until his mom picks him up. Six years later, my daughter comes home from school and introduces us to a friend that defended her against a bully on the playground. I didn’t recognize him, but he certainly knew who I was!)

"We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia."  -

This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)

But this explains the 90s kids

(via thebbcisslowlykillingme)

buhaybabae:

She’s the kind of girl who’d rather receive a book than a bouquet of flowers. She’s appreciate it but give her a book, a nice one, she’ll love you forever. She’s the girl who might annoy you all the time but trust me, if she annoys you, she’s comfortable with you. And this kind of girl doesn’t find it easy to find someone to be comfortable with. So if she annoys you, you’re lucky.