The Word Made Flesh
The very meaninglessness of life forces man to make his own meaning
Stanley Kubrick
Eric Carle - The Very Hungry Caterpillar
Tatted by Busybtattoos Bodystylz, North Ridgeville, OH

Eric Carle - The Very Hungry Caterpillar

Tatted by Busybtattoos Bodystylz, North Ridgeville, OH

"Fly Across The Sea On Wings Full Of Wind"
-Daenerys Targaryen 
Game Of Thrones: A Song of Ice and Fire By George R. R. Martin

"Fly Across The Sea On Wings Full Of Wind"

-Daenerys Targaryen 

Game Of Thrones: A Song of Ice and Fire By George R. R. Martin

My literary tattoo (and my first)! I am so in love. The word, gwedh, meaning bond in Sindarin, is (one of) the language spoken by Elves in Tolkien’s ‘Lord of the Rings’.
Representing the root of my love for books and reading, the bond created between my father and I through Tolkien, and friendship. My bestfriend got a matching one for the word gwaedh, also meaning bond, compact, troth, in Sindarin.

My literary tattoo (and my first)! I am so in love. The word, gwedh, meaning bond in Sindarin, is (one of) the language spoken by Elves in Tolkien’s ‘Lord of the Rings’.

Representing the root of my love for books and reading, the bond created between my father and I through Tolkien, and friendship. My bestfriend got a matching one for the word gwaedh, also meaning bond, compact, troth, in Sindarin.

The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.
Leo Tolstoy
My first tattoo was a quote from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. It reads “I am I am I am” and is written by a feather quill.

My first tattoo was a quote from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. It reads “I am I am I am” and is written by a feather quill.

Words by Leonard Cohen - from poem That’s what I heard you say / A thousand kisses deep. Also used in this ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfMEH1sL8cQ  Font:  Jane Austen.  By Wildfire Cape Town - artist:  Raoul

Words by Leonard Cohen - from poem That’s what I heard you say / A thousand kisses deep. Also used in this ad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfMEH1sL8cQ  Font:  Jane Austen.  By Wildfire Cape Town - artist:  Raoul

Nothing shall remain.

Nothing shall remain.

My fourth tattoo.
"Please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early blooming parentheses: (((())))"
~J.D. Salinger

Done by Max Weebzy at The Alley Chicago  

My fourth tattoo.

"Please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early blooming parentheses: (((())))"

~J.D. Salinger

Done by Max Weebzy at The Alley Chicago  

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Emily Dickinson
One of my favorite ee cummings poems paired with one of his drawings. Inked by Tony and Jinx Proof Tattoos in Washington DC

one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:which halves reintegrating,shall occurno death and any quantity;but thanall numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculousthis every truth-beware of heartless them(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:all murdering lies by mortals told make two.Let liars wilt,repaying life they’re loaned;we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves rememberinglove only rides his year.All lose,whole find

One of my favorite ee cummings poems paired with one of his drawings. Inked by Tony and Jinx Proof Tattoos in Washington DC

one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more

minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)

one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they’re loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow

deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find

A line from the E.E. Cummings poem, Maggie and Milly and Molly and May.

A line from the E.E. Cummings poem, Maggie and Milly and Molly and May.

Poetry should be written the way adultery is committed: on the run, on the sly, during the time not accounted for. And then you come home, as if nothing ever happened.
Vera Pavlova
“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.” 
For my love on John Green and his work, the ship for my latest trip to Tanzania and all the things i found there, literally and metaphorically.

“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.” 

For my love on John Green and his work, the ship for my latest trip to Tanzania and all the things i found there, literally and metaphorically.