Jun 30, 2014

THE PEACH


“I bet this is a brothel,” she whispered to Gendry.

“You don’t even know what a brothel is.”
“I do so,” she insisted. “It’s like an inn, with girls.”

A Storm of Swords - GRRM


I am apparently not done with Game of Thrones yet. 
I love these depiction of The Peach chapter by mustamirri. It was one of my favorite Arya chapters in A Storm of Swords.

Jun 27, 2014

CHILDHOOD

The bestest time of your life 
When you feel very, very good
What is that time called? 
Oh Yes! Its childhood! 


It’s the only time you remember
When you were in your best mood
What is that time called? 
Oh Yes! Its childhood! 

It’s the time you don’t need to study
And have lots of time to play in house and woods
What is that time called? 
Oh Yes! Its childhood! 

It’s the only time when
Your mother herself feeds you food
What is that time called? 
Oh Yes! Its childhood! 

It’s the only time in life
For which the most willing must be you 
Which can never return again once gone
It is called childhood!

BY ASHMITA SAHA

Jun 22, 2014

WOMEN OF THE REALM



The production team for Game of Thrones series certainly did not hold back in everything they do for the show making it one of the many reasons I am a huge fan. 

Take these closeups of the costumes the female characters wore for example on how intricately detailed everything is from the fabric down to the smallest ornament.

Jun 20, 2014

A PSALM OF LIFE


BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labor and to wait.

Jun 18, 2014

AND NOW MY WAIT BEGINS

art print from here

TEN years, yeah years till the next season for Game of Thrones.

Jun 16, 2014

FORCED CONFRONTATION


captioned: "German prisoners of war in American camps watch the documentary/presentation about German concentration camps.”

Read here for full article.

Jun 6, 2014

SALUTE

A salute to all the brave generation who risked their lives 70 years ago today to end one of the world's greatest conflict.
Paratrooper Jim 'Pee Wee' Martin was only 23 when they landed in Normandy just prior to the D-Day landings on June 6, 1944.

Paratroopers drop into Normandy, France on or near D-Day, June 6, 1944

 World War II veterans gather to remember the fallen.

source: Dailymail

Jun 4, 2014

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

by Robert Frost

photo from pinterest

Jun 1, 2014

DOWN IN THE VALLEY


Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow;
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.

sheet music here