I can’t be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance. I am worthless to one, but priceless to one.
WHAT AM I?
I can sneak up on you or be right in front of you without you even knowing. But once I reveal myself, you will never be the same.
I can’t be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance. I am worthless to one, but priceless to one.
WHAT AM I?
I can sneak up on you or be right in front of you without you even knowing. But once I reveal myself, you will never be the same.
(I miss being here, ugh miss me?)
(so sorry I haven’t been on, uni is so exhausting! be patient with me *hugs*)
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(so sorry I haven’t been on, uni is so exhausting! be patient with me *hugs*)
(so sorry I haven’t been on, uni is so exhausting! be patient with me *hugs*)
These.
These are two of the most powerful moments in the X-Men movies. This is how you define Magneto. A man scarred and impacted by what he endured in the camps. A man who endured the unendurable.
I never saw him as a villain. I never saw him as a monster. I saw him as a man who wanted to do everything - to move heaven and earth - to keep his people safe.
You want dangerous? I’ll give you danger.
accept your character as flawed !!
accept your character as flawed !!
accept your character as flawed !!
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Sleeping At Last - Touch
i’m stronger than this. i have to be stronger than this. there is no room for weakness, not here, not anywhere.
W. H. Auden (via writing-challenges-and-prompts)
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❝ How about, I go in and you keep lookout? ❞
❝Nein. Du bist noch nicht bereit. And we don’t know how many are there.❞
mshpkhh:
he can see it: the need for acceptance in his son’s eyes. but he does not know how to accept this, does not know how to tell him that this is okay, that this is good.
❝ how can you ask me to believe in a path that leads my son to killing, max? how can you ask that of me? ❞
At times like this, Max wondered if his father somehow had escaped this hell they all had been through as if it was not them who were suffering but someone else. Wouldn’t it be great to live in that bubble, to leave behind what had happened then? No. Because this bliss of the ignorance only lasted so long. ❝Don’t believe in the means, believe in the end❞ he sighed ❝And it is my duty to do it. If I don’t do it, no one will. People will forgive, forget, move on. And then it will happen again. Unless I stop it.❞