The Last White Rose

Prince Richard of Shrewsbury Duke of York Son of King Edward IV Rightful heir to the throne of England ♕ Il est tel qu'il est ♕ Independent roleplay blog Selective, Private Mun and muse are 25+ ** Nsfw likely** tracking: princerichardofyork

[princerichardofyork]

Mumford & Sons - If I Say (Official Lyric Video)

Mumford & Sons – If I Say From the new album Delta. Out now: http://mumfordandsons.lnk.to/deltaID Tickets for the Delta Tour are now on sale. For a full list...

I came here without a choice I'm sorry I could never thank you For saving me more trouble I didn't want any trouble

If you were given one more chance Would you bring me back to life? Bring me back into the light?

But let it shine on, let it shine on us

And if I say I loved you, then I loved you

The innocence in your face bled out without a trace You've won without an enemy, you're ill without a remedy

As night bleeds into night, and I know I came off better than you It doesn't mean that I feel better

Let it shine on, let it shine on us

And if I say I loved you, then I loved you

Show me your hands Are they cleaner than mine? Show me your face Did you cross the line?

Show me your eyes They any drier than mine? Your soul survives But peace, you'll never find

[princerichardofyork]

[princerichardofyork]

[authorjordanlink]

[sundayepiphany]

I think being betrayed hurts more because most times you expect people to care about you as much as you care about them, and when you find out that they don’t and you’ve been wrong this entire time, it just hits you like a ton of bricks that they never truly cared at all.

D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #134 (via sundayepiphany)

[wnq-writers]

My love for you was never just of literary nature. Although I’d always hoped that it would be. I loved you with every aspect of my being, and with every aspect of yours. From every view, in every way. I fed on the idea of you, watching myself (my body, as well as my soul) disintegrate from my own undeniable unimportance. To me, loving you meant being alive.

our-heartbeats-are-our-poetry  (via wordsnquotes)

[princerichardofyork]

For The Last Time - Jack Savoretti (Before The Storm)

For The Last Time - Jack Savoretti (Before The Storm)

For the last time

I don't want to hear what you have to say I've heard it all before every single phrase Wipe away the tears drowning out my days Give me back the years that you took away

Believe me when I tell you that it's over I'm never coming back this way again I'm getting wiser, I'm getting older So I'm walking away, I'm walking away

I forgive and I forget For the last time, for the last time And I'll take what I can get For the last time, for the last time

I don't want to know what you're doing here It's nothing you can do I'm not afraid to fear I've seen it all before, bruises on my bones The hero in his war is gonna make it home

Believe me when I tell you that it's over There's just some things that time can't erase I'm getting tired of looking back over my shoulder So I'm walking away, I'm walking away

I forgive and I forget For the last time, for the last time And I'll take what I can get For the last time, for the last time I'm walking away

[aiishali-deactivated20200303]

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it. It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase just like “maybe we should be friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt. A real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman Volume 9 (via lairiel)

[lovetheworldlife]

[fromhiddleswithlove]

[wnq-writers]

You broke my heart and stole it when you left.  But somehow I still feel love for you. But there’s no heart left. Only a soul.

Adriel Jose  (via wordsnquotes)

[swingthefxcus]

Back in the day, I would have bet my life that we’d always be close. But, maybe we never were.

David Rossi, “Nelson’s Sparrow” (via ssasar4h)

[colorel11]

[princerichardofyork]

colorel11:

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[ritasv]

[princerichardofyork]

ritasv:

Tournament Joust, Saturday by Patty Via Flickr: 

[wnq-writers]

I swear that I am two people. Two souls merged into one body. One cage. Sometimes I fear that my cage is too small. I could detonate at any given moment and break free. Roam the earth without concern and explore the deepest part of me.

Tash Johnson (via wnq-writers)

[theenergyofnature]

[livingstills]