But it turned out that Joan was really, uncannily good at leading an army. She had skills that no female person who’d spent her life tending house — the thing she was best at, she later told a room full of men, was sewing — had any reason to possess. “She was quite innocent, unless it be in warfare,” says the former roommate. “She rode on horseback and handled the lance like the best of the knights, and the soldiers marveled.” Uh, yeah: I’ll bet they did.

So it turned out she was good, and you all know this part of the story. She was very good at it, despite the fact that she was initially excluded from the important meetings, and despite the fact that she had no training, and despite the fact that she was a woman and people weren’t supposed to listen to those — “harlot,” was a common theory among the English at the time, because what would a woman be doing in the army unless was sleeping with all of the soldiers; one English soldier straight-up laughed at the idea of “surrendering to a woman” — and despite the fact that her whole authority was based on telling people that she had magic powers. She took an arrow in the neck, in the middle of a battle, and kept fighting. If you want to get a sense of what actually made it possible for her to get from a kitchen in the middle of nowhere, to standing in front of the King and making her case, to a leadership position in the military, to leading this one particular hopeless lost cause of a battle, the Siege of Orleans, and winning it, this is instructive. If you want to get a sense of the sheer willpower driving this woman, think about being just a little female teenager from nowhere with no military training, whose biggest talent was sewing, shoved into chaotic, close-range, hugely violent battle, and about what it would take for you not to freak the fuck out at this point, what it would take to keep fighting with an arrow in your neck.

Running Towards The Gunshots: A Few Words About Joan of Arc (via gatheringbones)

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What shall I call you, when my lips receive the flaming ruby of yours,
and our souls fuse in the fire of the kiss like night and day in dawn, and I can no longer see the world, no longer see time, and I drown in mysterious transports of eternity - what shall I call you?

Sándor Petőfi (via seabois)

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You want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow?

John Geddes (via seabois)

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aw I seriously have the best friends in the entire world ♡♡♡

If you're going home where were you?

Canada (where I live), but I don’t consider it my home as much as I consider England my home! (where I was born)

And I realized you could like something and not like it at the same time. Not like loving unconditionally; that’s an act of desperation. This was different, like respecting somebody for being a mess because you’re a mess too.

George Lass, Dead Like Me (via seabois)

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You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.

Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via seabois)

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