|—||Junot Diaz, “This Is How You Lose Her” (via girlxploded)|
Fresh off the press! My first tattoo done by Christine at 198 Tattoo in Wynnum, QLD, Australia. She was just wonderful and made it into a great tattoo and a great experience.
“If I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
This is my second tattoo done by Christy at Rebirth Tattoo by Vinnie in my hometown of Anchorage, AK. I got this done on my inner bicep because I’ve always believed in some kind of God but never followed a specific religion. This verse is from the only prayer I recited as a little kid and it’s always spoken to me.
This is my first tattoo done at C&S Tattoos in Lloydminster, Saskatchewan by Clay . He was awesome !
So the story behind this is really simple, My sister and I Both grew up loving the Robert Munch book “Love you forever” . We decided it was time for me to get tattoo so we chose to get matching ones, She has “I’ll love you forever” and I have “I’ll like you for always” coming form the quote in the book “I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, As long as I’m living, My baby you’ll be”
Taw Karasawa, Curitiba, Brasil
“Hell is Empty and all the Devils are Here” - William Shakespeare The Tempest: Act 1, Scene 2, Page 10.
My Edgar Allen Poe portrait (: “all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” Done by Evan Hall at Ink and Dagger in Louisville, KY.
This is my 3rd tattoo, and probably my favorite. It is the autograph of William Beckett (some may know him from the band The Academy Is…). A lot of people think this tattoo is silly, but William’s music has gotten me through the past 7 years, and it was my second tattoo dedicated to him/his music!
It was done by K at Oxygen Tattoo in Wildwood, NJ. I highly suggest her, and everyone at this shop!
|—||David Foster Wallace (via thecrackedlookingglass)|
"I’d say:" from a scene in Cormac McCarthy’s ‘Suttree’ where Sut asks the ragpicker what he’d say to God if he’d the opportunity.
My third literary tattoo.
“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
From Andrea Gibson’s “I Sing the Body Electric, Especially When my Power’s Out”
I said to the sun, tell me about the big bang.
The sun said, “It hurts to become.”
|—||The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via ender-andrew-wiggin)|