For Esme, With Love and Squalor. From J.D. Salinger’s Nine Stories.
These are my quotation mark tattoos that I got two years ago when I was seventeen. I’ve been writing fiction since I was ten, and now I’m an English major at Boston University. I’ve been working on my first novel for the past three years. (Also my rose tattoo, for my sisters)
From Still Life with Woodpecker:
'Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.'
my newest literary tattoo :)
"Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry."
- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Une Orange sur la table
Ta robe sur le Tapis
Et toi dans mon lit
Doux présent du présent
Fraîcheur de la nuit
Chaleur de ma vie
An ode to language, poetry and love, and the moment I realized that poetry did not have to be complicated, but could be playful and simple.
And cats, obviously.
I have had a literary sleeve going for a few years now <3
Creatures from the poem, “Noise Day,” By Shel Silverstein.
From The Catcher in the Rye, “It’s history. It’s poetry.”
An apple turning red for The Giver
"Je est un autre" - "I is somebody else"
My 1st Tattoo. One of my favorite quotes done in Rimbaud’s Handwriting
Done by Viet at Blink Tattoos in Dallas
Nursery rhyme from beginning of The Graveyard Book, one of my favorites. Changed the way I think about death
|—||Ralph Waldo Emerson|