#tattoo

Rocher was on the floor, crawling on her stomach toward Jate's feet. "I love you...," she kept repeating, in a demonic whisper. "I have to show you... my butt. ↗

— Paul Rudnick

#jate #rocher #tattoo #love

After a few seconds of scraping, I realize what he has isn’t a trail, it’s a whole forest! Ack! Weren’t all men supposed to shave their chest and stuff nowadays? Whatever happened to having fuzz-free Hollywood heroes as role models? At least my embarrassment is completely foregone by the irritation at his lack of upkeep. The only thing distracting me now is that heady mix of musk, shaving cream and a distinctly…male scent. And God knows that is one seriously jeopardizing distraction. Especially with a whizzing needle in one’s hand. ↗

— Rucy Ban

#book-boyfriend #erotic #funny #inked #love

Sometimes I bust out and do things so permanent. Like tattoos and marriage. ↗

— Drew Barrymore

#i #like #marriage #out #permanent

A quote is just a tattoo on the tongue. ↗

— William F. DeVault

#quote #tattoo #tongue

I'm a very traditional person. The tattoos are about my grandmother dying and they tell the story about my mother and father, my brothers and my sister, my kids. It's pretty much a family tree on my arm with my life in football too. ↗

— Timothy F. Cahill

#arm #brothers #dying #family #father

I know people have tattooed my 'Sons of Anarchy' photos, they've painted them, on their bikes. I've seen a few of those, sent to me through friends, where they've actually taken my 8x10 Tig photo and put it right on their bike. ↗

— Kim Coates

#anarchy #bike #bikes #few #friends

I wish I had a lot of tattoos. ↗

— Kristen Wiig

#i #i wish #lot #tattoos #wish

Anyone who's had a tattoo knows once you get your first one, as you're walking out the door, you're planning the next. ↗

— Chris Evans

#door #first #get #had #knows

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#tattoo #warner #love

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn't hidden. No need for that spell anymore, I guess. Still, I covered it with my palm. Archer's hands clutched reflexively on my waist. Our eyes met. "It doesn't burn this time," I whispered. His breathing was ragged. "Beg to differ, Mercer. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#hex-hall #love #relationship #tattoo #love