lestraxnge:

And so it goes. The stings and bites we suffer, as it slips away. Bit by bit. Piece by piece. Our authority, our absolutism, our divine rights. The history of the monarchy in this country is a one way street of humiliation, of sacrifices and concessions in order to survive. First the barons came for us, then the merchants, now the journalists. Small wonder we make such a fuss about curtseys, protocol and precedent. It’s all we have left. The last scraps of armour as we go from ruling, to reigning, to being nothing at all…

tomolland:

I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count