Have you ever felt so in love, that you knew your life was complete?
Beautiful rendition of Game of Thrones opening song done on the Electronic Harp.
I get to the point where I don’t actually know, wtf I am doing. Where I am going. Why I am going there. I had it… My whole plan. I had my schooling sorted, my accommodations set, my life moving forward. But when I do… something comes along to knock it back.
Why can’t I just be happy? Why is it… Everything comes with a fucking price.
Any Other Name // Thomas Newman
I am: Arya Stark
I live in: THe Free Cities
Allies with: House Baratheon
I marry: Jorah Mormont
Pet: Dragon
My enemy: Olenna Tyrell
Betrayed by: Shae
BFF: Arianne Martell
Killed by: Melisandre
(Source: fearisforthewinter)
Last night, I had one of the most bizzare dreams in a long time. I have yet to make sense of it today, and can only remember bits and pieces now.
“From what I remember, the dream was some post apocalyptic time where at least a hundred people had been set up in an army bunker. As far as I knew, I was alone. Alone with a 9 month swollen belly. I do not know who or how I came to be pregnant, but I was going to have to make the biggest decision of my life.
In a large open area sat each person from the bunker, all eyes fixated on me. A woman stood infront of me, and with a stern voice told me, I now had to choose from two options. In her hands she held what looked like creme coloured eggs. She told me, one represented the child I carried, and the other a boy who’s life is in my hands. She pointed over to where he sat with his mother, and younger brother. The mother’s face, on the verge of tears.
My mind raced a million miles a minute, as I thought this through. Give up my only unborn child, or take this boy’s life away from the family that loved him. The woman became in impatient forcing me to think faster, and make my choice. I finally had it. I would spare the boy, and sacrifice my child who I had not yet met. I quickly grabbed the egg, as the woman smiled. With a booming voice that echoed throughout the room, that the life of the boy would be taken. The mother screamed out in horror, as the gasps of everyone in the room seemed to deafen me.I tried to tell her no, that’s not what I had chosen. She tricked me. Tricked me into picking the wrong egg.
I do not remember what happened after that, as it seemed to jump to after the boy’s murder. I was hated by everyone there. The mother glared and hissed terrible things to me as she passed. I didn’t know what to do. I was in shock. I couldn’t tell any of them that, it wasn’t my decision, I was going to give up my baby. I just stood there rubbing my belly and crying. Then I woke up.”
It’s definitely not your average dream, and was happy to wake up from it. Weird.
I have posted all the works I have created in the last month or so. If anyone has any other suggestions for ideas… I would love to hear them. I shall do my best to create, and post it asap.
