The Word Made Flesh
A quote, said by Puck, in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

A quote, said by Puck, in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.
Tennessee Williams (via somelittlejoy)
The Library of Congress call number for J.D. Salinger

The Library of Congress call number for J.D. Salinger

Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger (via amillionlittlequotes)
“Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.”

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were “I go to seek a Great Perhaps.” That’s why I’m going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

“I privately say to you, old friend… please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).”
~J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam
My fourth tattoo! Done by Max Weebzy at the Alley, Chicago IL.

“I privately say to you, old friend… please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).”

~J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam

My fourth tattoo! Done by Max Weebzy at the Alley, Chicago IL.

I’ve always been interested in people, but I’ve never liked them.

Henry James

(via leslieseuffert)

my tattoo is from the novel Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins.



The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The onion has as many pages as War and Peace, every one of which is poignant enough to make a strong man weep, but the various ivory parchments of the onion and the stinging green bookmark of the onion are quickly charred by belly juices and bowl bacteria. Only the beet departs the body the same color as it went in. Beets consumed at dinner will, come morning, stock a toilet bowl of crimson fish, their hue attesting to the beet’s chromatic immunity to the powerful digestive acids and thoroughgoing microbes that can turn the reddest pimento, the orangest carrot, the yellowest squash into a single disgusting shade of brown. At birth we are red-faced, round, intense, pure. The crimson fire of universal consciousness burns in us. Gradually, however, we are devoured by parents, gulped by schools, chewed up by peers, swallowed by social institutions, wolfed by bad habits and gnawed by age’ and by the time we have been digested, cow style, in those six stomachs, we emerge a single disgusting shade of brown. The lesson of the beet, then, is this: hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you’re brown, you’ll find that you’re blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means.
Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.

my tattoo is from the novel Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins.

The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The onion has as many pages as War and Peace, every one of which is poignant enough to make a strong man weep, but the various ivory parchments of the onion and the stinging green bookmark of the onion are quickly charred by belly juices and bowl bacteria. Only the beet departs the body the same color as it went in.

Beets consumed at dinner will, come morning, stock a toilet bowl of crimson fish, their hue attesting to the beet’s chromatic immunity to the powerful digestive acids and thoroughgoing microbes that can turn the reddest pimento, the orangest carrot, the yellowest squash into a single disgusting shade of brown.

At birth we are red-faced, round, intense, pure. The crimson fire of universal consciousness burns in us. Gradually, however, we are devoured by parents, gulped by schools, chewed up by peers, swallowed by social institutions, wolfed by bad habits and gnawed by age’ and by the time we have been digested, cow style, in those six stomachs, we emerge a single disgusting shade of brown.

The lesson of the beet, then, is this: hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you’re brown, you’ll find that you’re blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means.

Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.

fuckyeahtattoos:

Done by Stevie at Agency Inc. Dunedin, New Zealand
This tattoo has my own meaning, but rather than share that I would like to leave that blank, just like the ink, and let you add/feel your own meaning =) 

fuckyeahtattoos:

Done by Stevie at Agency Inc. Dunedin, New Zealand

This tattoo has my own meaning, but rather than share that I would like to leave that blank, just like the ink, and let you add/feel your own meaning =) 

[I want

to eat that
light.] Every
thing that
grows does.
Lyn Lifshin, from Honeysuckle  (via the-final-sentence)
"So wise so young, they say, do never live long" - Shakespeare (Richard III)
Done by Cody at Bodytech Tattoo in Gainesville, FL

"So wise so young, they say, do never live long" - Shakespeare (Richard III)

Done by Cody at Bodytech Tattoo in Gainesville, FL

"Crowley had said, That’s lunatic. 
No, said Aziraphale, it’s ineffable. 
Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.” 

I’ve read Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman every year since I bought it when I was 14. It literally changed my life. My tattoo is the chapter illustration from ‘Sunday’, the epilogue from my original copy of the book done by Rick at TRX Tattoos. 

"Crowley had said, That’s lunatic. 

No, said Aziraphale, it’s ineffable. 

Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.” 

I’ve read Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman every year since I bought it when I was 14. It literally changed my life. My tattoo is the chapter illustration from ‘Sunday’, the epilogue from my original copy of the book done by Rick at TRX Tattoos. 

I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.
Tennessee Williams
(via wickedinthegoodway)
“Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn’t she be that cat?”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn’t she be that cat?”


― Laini TaylorDaughter of Smoke & Bone