Handmade guillotine pendant.
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Handmade guillotine pendant.

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marthajefferson:

The World’s Oldest Crown

The crown was discovered in a remote cave in the Judaean Desert near the Dead Sea in 1961 among hundreds of other objects from the period. Known as the ‘Nahal Mishar Hoard’, more than 400 objects were discovered by Pessah Bar-Adon and his fellow Israeli archaeologists in the cave which became known as the ‘Cave of the Treasure’. The ancient relic, which dates back to the Copper Age between 4000–3300 B.C., is shaped like a thick ring and features vultures and doors protruding from the top. It is believed the crown played a part in burial ceremonies for people of importance at the time.

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thegentlemanscloset:

Red velvet suit, French, 1778. The silver buttons on the waistcoat are ornamental. You can see this clearly in the bottom picture—the functional buttons are the smaller red ones. In the collection of the Kent State University Museum

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ladyhistory:

The Sarcastic Captioned Adventures of George Washington

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V | PART VI | PART VII | PART VIII | PART IX | PART X | PART XI | PART XII | PART XIII | PART XIV | PART XV

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Whatever your attitude may be to the French Revolution, do not forget that the name of Robespierre counts among the four or five that represent France in the Panthéon of all humanity. You therefore have no right to retain a false or superficial image of him.
Gerard Walter, Robespierre (via bunniesandbeheadings)
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The floor, the galleries, even the corridors were packed. For the first time in many weeks, Robespierre was going to speak at the Convention. He had taken counsel with no one, not even with Saint-Just and Couthon, withdrawing into an isolation that smacked of mysticism.

He was standing now in the orators’ tribune, graceful, elegant and outwardly composed. His delicate hands, over which fell the white spray of his lace cuffs, grasped the edges of the pulpit. The frequent blinking of his eyes, and the nervous way his fingers drummed upon the sides of the pulpit, as if playing on a harpsichord, alone betrayed his inner agitation. Before him, in a neat little heap, lay the pages of his manuscript.

Eyes were upon him. The eyes of the gallery, friendly enough, if no longer filled with quite the old enthusiasm; the eyes of deputies, who reserved themselves; the eyes of conspirators, burning with hate and disquiet. He raised his head with the chalk-white hair, and the voice that had ruled that Convention for many months, spoke.
Ralph Korngold, Robespierre and the Fourth Estate (via crookedsin)
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Wtnv + trees

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eighttwotwopointthreethree:

happyferret139:

So imagine modern au Hamlet and it’s movie night and Hamlet gets to pick the movie.

Claudius: Hey Hamlet it’s your turn to pick the movie.

Hamlet: How ‘bout The Lion King!?

Claudius:

Claudius: *stops movie*

Claudius: No!

Claudius: *leaves*

NONONONO BUT THAT WOULD BE EXACTLY HOW HE’D DO THE MOUSETRAP! HE’LL JUST FAST FORWARD TO SCAR SHOVING MUFASA OFF THE CLIFF AND THAT’S WHEN CLAUDIUS GOES ALL “GIVE O’ER THE PLAY”

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Behold the most worthwhile portion of the human family. The universe is here assembled. How sublime is nature’s work. How the tyrants must tremble at the thought of this feast…god has not created kings to be the devourers of the human race. He has not created priests to harness men like dumb, driven cattle to the royal chariot. He has made the universe to testify to His greatness. He has made men to aid and cherish one another and to find happiness upon the path of virtue.

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verecunda:

fuckyeahhorriblehistories:

Awww

STOP POUTING LIKE THAT, LOUIS, YOU ARE CONFUSING MY INNER REVOLUTIONARY.

verecunda:

fuckyeahhorriblehistories:

Awww

STOP POUTING LIKE THAT, LOUIS, YOU ARE CONFUSING MY INNER REVOLUTIONARY.

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gwyndor:

ok. ok. im going to stop living in the non-commitment life and post these robespierres ive been sitting on… he needs… fine-tuning still. but this is the general idea i guess. here’s max

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Until the lion has his historian, the hunter will always be the hero.

African Proverb 

This proverb exists in different forms in many parts of Africa

"Until lions have their own historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter" (Igbo, Nigeria).

"Until lions start writing down their own stories, the hunters will always be the heroes" (Kenya and Zimbabwe).

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ladyhistory:

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hey george

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hey look you’re smiling

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george what are you doing

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stop playing george your face will freeze like that

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GEORGE NO

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napoleondidthat:

That time Napoleon was called out to calm down the attack of the vegetables attacking quiet Parisian streets.

napoleondidthat:

That time Napoleon was called out to calm down the attack of the vegetables attacking quiet Parisian streets.

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Let us…tally the grim catalog of disasters that had befallen [Alexander Hamilton and his brother] between 1765 and 1769: their father had vanished, their mother had died, their cousin and supposed protector had committed bloody suicide, and their aunt, uncle, and grandmother had all died. … Their short lives had been shadowed by a stupefying sequence of bankruptcies, marital separations, deaths, scandals, and disinheritance. Such repeated shocks must have stripped Alexander Hamilton of any sense that life was fair, that he existed in a benign universe, or that he could ever count on help from anyone. That this abominable childhood produced such a strong, productive, self-reliant human being—that this fatherless adolescent could have ended up a founding father of a country he had not yet even seen—seems little short of miraculous. Because he maintained perfect silence about his unspeakable past, never exploiting it to puff up his later success, it was impossible for his contemporaries to comprehend the exceptional nature of his personal triumph.

Ron Chernow, Alexander Hamilton

Hamilton gets no respect.

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