#breaking

He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. “This is an assault rifle.” Then held up the handgun. “This is a semi-automatic pistol.” Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. “That is my gun. As you’ve discovered, it’s pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn’t fire bullets. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#i-team #pamela-clare #romance #guns

He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul ↗

— E.L. James

#heartache #home #temptation #temptation

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#eclipse #edward-cullen #ian-o-shea #new-moon #soul

Gun bans disarm victims, putting them at the mercy of murderers or terrorists who think nothing of breaking the gun laws. ↗

— Michael Badnarik

#disarm #gun #gun laws #laws #mercy

I looked for the same pitch my whole career, a breaking ball. All of the time. I never worried about the fastball. They couldn't throw it past me, none of them. ↗

— Hank Aaron

#ball #breaking #career #fastball #i

I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones. ↗

— Max Beckmann

#breaking #combination #curved #division #i

In the old covenants the people were sprinkled with blood of calves without, in their bodies, to bind them to keep the law; else we were bound to just damnation, for the breaking of it. ↗

— William Tyndale

#blood #bodies #bound #breaking #calves

For weeks after 9/11 you could smell the dust and pulverised concrete in New York, and the National Guard came in, so there was a military presence on the streets. It was intense. Overwhelming. Heartbreaking. ↗

— Mark Boal

#came #concrete #could #dust #guard

I grew up playing war. We threw dirt and rocks at each other. We'd lead attacks. We'd break up into squads. It became a neighborhood thing for a while, our neighborhood against the other neighborhood. There was always a war breaking out somewhere. ↗

— David James Elliott

#always #attacks #became #break #break up

If the many allegations made to this date are true, then the burglars who broke into the headquarters of the Democratic National Committee at the Watergate were, in effect, breaking into the home of every citizen. ↗

— Sam Ervin

#breaking #broke #burglars #citizen #committee