Where The Wild Things Are tattoo (in progress) - Tattoo by George Campise
Even as an “in progress” piece, it still looks fantastic. I need to remember to keep an eye on this one when she posts completed photos.
Hard to catch a picture because it’s on both of my shoulders but it says "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate but that we are powerful beyond measure…"
Done at The Grasshopper in Harrow, UK
|—||Jennifer Egan, The Goon Squad (via diaryofthelegallybrunette)|
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.
- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
I don’t know anybody who has ever read Lolita and not fallen in love with its language. To me, the last two lines of Humbert Humbert’s ode to Dolores speak more about love, death and beauty than I could ever hope to read anywhere else.
|—||Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange (via justyouraveragebookslut)|
Ever since I was in Grade 7, I’ve loved the Redwall books. I read them all throughout high school and I continue to read them even to this day. As my first tattoo, I wanted something to remind me of the innocence of childhood, and I also wanted an image to remind me to be brave in the face of adversity and challenge. My tattoo artist was the extremely talented Fay from Floating World in Richmond, British Columbia. I’m very pleased with the result. FOR REDWAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!
My thigh, a excerpt from Voltaire’s “Hell in a Handbasket”. It stands for what is important to me, and as sort of a “f*** you” to everyone that has judged me for not believing what they do.
Done by Woods Bramble in Seattle
- I Never Promised You A Rose Garden by Joanne Greenberg.
The main character Deborah who is scizophrenic was in a mental hospital and was asking another girl if anyone ever got better. This was spoken to her in the language of Yr.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles4, And see the great Achilles5, whom we knew Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· …because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
· I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you.
· My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
· Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
· One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
· I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing
· Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
ee cummings. It’s my sister’s handwriting on the left and my brother’s on the right. Someday I’ll have my husband’s handwriting finish the poem. “i carry it in my heart”