#too

Sometimes great power brings out the worst in us, and unfortunately, it isn't until people are given it that we see the true shades of their character. ↗

— Barbara Kloss

#malevolence #power #too-little-too-late #life

Thomas looked around and tried not to let his duty turn him bitter. These were good men, and he would not leave them behind. He had chosen this, an unselfish life. ↗

— Jessica Fortunato

#platoon #soldier #war #life

No man has ever loved a woman as much as I love you. Nothing will ever come before you. I don't know what else I have to do to prove to you that I won't let you down again. I won't hurt you. You don't have to be alone anymore. I need you. -Rush ↗

— Abbi Glines

#never-too-far #rush #love

It's okay to love something a little too much,as long as it's real to you. ↗

— Gerard Way

#i-love-you #love #mcr #my-chemical-romance #real

She wanted something she didn't have words for- peace, numbness, something. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#tattoo #love

What do you want me to say, Elli, I’m sorry? I’m sorry for feeling the way I do? Sorry for wanting to be with you every fucking moment of the day, for wanting only you? I mean what would you want? For me to be a fucking douche, cheating on you, not telling you I actually feel something for you? I mean for the love of God, Elli, what do you want from this? Is this relationship actually going somewhere?” -Shea Adler ↗

— Toni Aleo

#love #too-sweet #love

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

How many men are stupid enough to dump two Emerson girls?” Dad asked. “Too bad we’re not mobbed up. We could have his body dumped in the Farmington River. ↗

— Kristan Higgins

#men

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope too like dispair For prudence to smother, I can give not what men call love: But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And heaven rejects not: The desire of the moth for the star, The devotion of something afar From the sphere of our sorrow? ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#percy-shelly #love

The childish and savage taste of men and women for new patterns keeps how many shaking and squinting through kaleidoscopes that they may discover the particular figure which this generation requires to-day. The manufacturers have learned that this taste is merely whimsical. Of two patterns which differ only by a few threads more or less of a particular color, the one will be sold readily, the other lie on the shelf, though it frequently happens that after the lapse of a season the latter becomes the most fashionable. Comparatively, tattooing is not the hideous custom which it is called. It is not barbarous merely because the printing is skin-deep and unalterable. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#clothing #conspicuous-consumption #fashion #fashion-industry #tattoo