Florence Nightingale was never called “The Lady with the Lamp” but ”The Lady with the Hammer,” an image deftly readjusted by the war reporter of the Times since it was far too coarse for the folks back home. Far from gliding about the hospital with her lamp aloft, Nightingale earned her nickname through a ferocious attack on a locked storeroom when a military commander refused to give her the medical supplies she needed.
"Who cooked the Last Supper?: The Women’s History of the World"- Rosalind Miles (via fyeahnursingthings)

Most people are really nice but some stare, like you`re some kind of zoo exhibit and not a real person with real feelings. ― Emma Watson

Young And Beautiful
Lana Del Rey


can I just claim this as clara x twelve’s song please yes okay bye

If you really like someones blog, drop them a little message telling them.

If you see someone’s selfie and think they’re pretty, tell them.

If you see someone’s having a hard time or a crappy day, inbox them telling them how much you appreciate it.

If someone posts a cool edit, tell them how awesome it is.

Sharing a little love around the fam isn’t hard and doesn’t take much, but it has a lovely affect and there’s no better feeling that making someone smile. :)

She hasn’t had to kill with her hands, but what Sansa must do emotionally is damn hard work, work that Sophie Turner conveys remarkably (in a performance that, I think, has gotten underappreciated because her character isn’t the crowd-pleaser that others are). Whether it’s enduring the cruelty of the Lannisters while keeping her composure, reassuring her crazy aunt that she has no designs on her now-uncle, or resisting said uncle’s advances in the Eyrie courtyard – Sansa can never let up, can never stop keeping up her guard and her appearances for one damn second. Which is why it’s so sweetly sad to see her have a moment of play in the snow (even if she’s building a monument to the dead) and even to get into a fight with her cousin/fiance Robin – because it’s a child’s fight, over a ruined snow castle, and for a few moments she has the opportunity to simply be the girl she is, not a wary target, a prisoner, a prize.
The more I watch Game of Thrones, really, the more I feel that it’s Sansa – not Dany, Jon, Stannis, or any other claimant – that I want to see end up in power (although a life sitting on the Iron Throne may be the last thing she wants). Toughened by her experience but tough enough to retain some measure of kindness, she’s one queen I could imagine sculpting Westeros’ rubble into something worthwhile – one person who could look at the plans for a castle without first asking where is it you hold the executions.
TIME’s “Mockingbird” Recap by James Poniewozik


if you wannabe my lover, you gotta get with my feminist ideologies