Emilia Plater Leading Polish Insurgents, 1831, by Jan Rosen
Emilia Plater: was about my age when the Russians decided it would be fun to beat up on Poland some more, so she cut her hair, sewed herself a military uniform, drummed up a small army of scythe-wielding peasant volunteers, won a few battles, refused to listen to the Polish military command when they told her to go home like a good girl and sew patriotic banners or something, kept fighting until they gave in and made her a captain, did not accept defeat even when the Russians crushed the resistance, and died struggling to get back to Warsaw and keep fighting while the Polish generals were fleeing to safe harbor in Prussia.
BAMF does not even begin to describe this woman.
the british primary school experience
the one about sitting on the benches in year 6 is 110% accurate
"I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs…"
murdered at the red wedding, butchered by the Freys
He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits.
I will find no rest here.
all that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken,
a light from the shadows shall spring;
renewed shall be blade that was broken,
the crownless again shall be king.
HP + The Deathly Hallows pt. 1
we wouldn’t last 2 days without her