let’s remember today that anne boleyn was not just a victim, but someone who helped instigate the break from the church, held the first english peerage granted to a woman in her own right, pushed for bibles to be translated and available in vernacular, and gave outrageous sums of charity to the less privileged – to say nothing of her intelligence and bold courage, and how she was the doting mother of a little girl who would later preside over a golden age in england.
whatever your opinion of her, anne was a lively character who has resonated with people, particularly women, for ages.
Yes I need exactly two Jedi to assist me in this mission. Let's see...I'd like you to send Master Kenobi because his expertise would be useful in this. Oh and Master Skywalker is needed because *mumbling* I'm a slut
Our girl went to the doctor and they said she had a bad sprain and severe bruising. Pray for a speedy recovery for Normani! And pray for 5H at the Jingle Ball because without her being able to outperform everyone those performances will be lackluster
Don’t blame anyone, never complain of anyone or anything Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted. Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself And the worth of starting to correct your character. The triumph of the true man arises from the ashes of his mistakes. Never complain of your loneliness or your luck. Face it with courage and accept it. Somehow, they are the result of your acts and It shows that you’ll always win. Don’t feel frustrated of your own failures, neither unload them to someone else. Accept yourself now or you’ll go on justifying yourself like a child.
Remember that any time is good to start And that no time is so good to give up. Don’t forget that the cause of your present is your past, As the cause of your future will be your present. Learn from the brave, from the strong, From who doesn’t accept situations From who will live in spite of everything. Think less of your problems and more of your work. Learn to arise from your pain, And to be greater than the greatest of your obstacles. Look at the mirror of yourself and you’ll be free and strong And you’ll stop being a puppet of circumstances. For you yourself are your destiny. Wake up and stare at the sun in the mornings and breathe the sun of dawn. You’re part of the strength of your life now, Rise up, fight, walk, be sure and you’ll win in life. Don’t ever think of ‘fate’ For fate is the excuse of failures.
Sherlock is bored. No cases, no interesting experiments. So he confiscates John’s laptop and when he opens it, he finds an entire file of really shitty Valentines. A smirk crosses his gorgeous lips as an idea crosses his mind.
Later, when John gets home, Sherlock glances up, the smirk growing. “You know, I’d periodically do you on a table, John.” Sherlock says, his face completely void of all emotion. John glances at the laptop, sees the Bill Nye Valentine, and immediately clears the desk of everything except the detective and they enjoy some hallmark holiday fucking.
His prescription, combined with other circumstances, has encouraged some biographers–who did not require prompting from him–to remark that Hamilton in choosing a wife had an eye to fortune and family. Many a true word, they observe, is spoken in jest. Able and ambitious, but born out of wedlock, and a young stranger in a strange land, his future would be furthered, in resources and respectability, if he became the son-in-law of General Philip Schuyler, whose social position and wealth were conspicuously established. To enter that interlocking kinship would remove a curse, and the political influence thus opened was a prize. Betsey’s own qualities, while happily acceptable, were secondary, runs this commentary. Intellectually she was his inferior, and her formal education, as shown in her faulty spelling, had been small. She has been compared, to her disadvantage with her unusually sprightly older sister Angelica, Mrs. Church, whose letters to Hamilton have been thought to betray a more than sisterly affection, which, by similar supposition, he returned. Betsey was even dull, and found in fidelity, religion, and good works a satisfaction that would not have been contented one of acuter mentality and feeling.
What we know gives the lie to these insinuations of motive. Hamilton’s letters to Betsey, from his courtship at Morristown to the last hours of his life, show a tenderness, confidence, and deepening regard. She shared his plan, perplexities, and his triumphs. His conjugal lapse–perhaps more fully self-documented than that of any famous figure–was to his discredit, not his wife’s. Her faithfulness and whole deportment in the sequel had a glory to equal any achievement of his life. Hamilton, prescient and calculating on the public account, was not always deliberate in his private affairs, where his strong emotions took command. Prudence, let alone design, is not the notorious accompaniment of falling in love, and Alexander Hamilton, by all the signs, fell in love and remained in love with his Betsey. Certainly his prospects improved by marriage into her family and connection, but at no point in his career, before he had this powerful help, was he at a loss for opportunity, or ability to profit by it. When he met Betsey, he was already a favorite among those of his own age and admired and trusted by his elders, who included many of the country’s principal men and women. Well educated, of creditable military performance, acknowledged by all who knew him to be full of promise, he stood in the closest confidential relationship to the supreme man in America. In any sensible estimate, he had as much to offer as to ask in a marriage–supposing, what is most unlikely, that his Cupid was so canny.
Alexander Hamilton Youth to Maturity by Broadus Mitchell.