My Harry Potter tattoo. I grew up with Harry and can proudly call myself a Potterhead. Harry got me through some rough parts, so I can proudly say I will “always” be a fan. And I threw in random embellishments like the lightning bolt and chapter stars.
"After all this time?"
Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.
From Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
The Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt" Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut. Tattoo by: Greg Chormann of Living Canvas Tattoo in Arizona.
My newest tattoo. Humanist and author Kurt Vonnegut. part of a literary sleeve that will hopefully be finished by the time I get my Master’s in Library Science.
This is my first tattoo inspired by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.’s short story Harrison Burgeron. The story begins with the line, “THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal.” But it isn’t a good thing, the story is about the dangers of complete equality. To me, it’s a reminder to celebrate the attributes that make people unique and never wish to be what I am not.
"So it goes" from Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
If your brains were dynamite there wouldn’t be enough to blow your hat off.
When I first read Kurt Vonnegut I was amazed at how much his work really spoke to me. Out of all the things he drew, I felt the most fitting tribute was his ‘self-portrait’. I got this done in Rochester, NY. I’m proud to carry him with me.
From Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
By Ben Wahhh at Deluxe Tattoo in Chicago. I just gave him the text of the poem and asked for something that evoked the scene of the poem and incorporated the last line. I love what he came up with.
The Full Poem:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s been some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This is my Nancy Drew tattoo from The Crooked Banister.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine