A seagull am I without a land.

How the tide rushes in and covers footprints in the sand as my hope’s erased and carried out of my hands. Yet though the ocean with waves unending covers the Earth. Yet is there loss after all? For what e'er drifts from one place is with the tide to another brought. And there’s naught lost beyond recall which cannot be found if sought.

There’s a voice inside of me telling me what I have to do and it’s telling me I need you.

How many fighting men can we expect? Sixty-two.

Scottish Barbarian

gratuitous gifset of Vanessa smiling because it’s a beautiful, rare thing 

An artist falls for a young married woman while he’s commissioned to paint her portrait during the tulip mania of 17th century Amsterdam.

Lallybroch, for your wife’s honour. (x)

Well, I’m not going to the Royal Court, am I mother? No one is. Except some Spanish pig they have the nerve to call a princess.

    What a pretty bird.

Ink quickie at work to get myself into drawing mode again. John with his white deer. 

Portrait of a Lady in a Blue Gown (detail) | Thomas Hudson | 18th c.

“I’ve always loved the o c e a n , and felt great affection for creatures of the d e e p .”