my all-time favourite childhood movie.
Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord, when the White Walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago, there came a night that lasted a generation; kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept, and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like?
—Old Nan, S01 E03: Lord Snow (via game-of-black-and-white)
What do you find the best time and place for writing?
The desk in the room, near the bed, with a good light, midnight till dawn, a drink when you get tired, preferably at home, but if you have no home, make a home out of your hotel room or motel room or pad: peace. [Picks up harmonica and plays.] Boy, can I play!
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha i can’t stop laughing at this
“We were both involved in the Civil Rights Movement. We met 47 years ago on a picket line.”
so sweet! ^^
Lit up! #nofilter :) (Taken with Instagram)