#tattoo

Dream with my eyes open Sleep when I am dead Love who my heart's chosen Conquer what lies ahead ↗

— Ryan Keith Follese'

#follese #hot-chelle-rae #hotchellerae #keith #lovesick

I am a canvas of my experiences, my story is etched in lines and shading, and you can read it on my arms, my legs, my shoulders, and my stomach. ↗

— Kat Von D

#experience

Tattooing, when understood in its entirety, must be seen as a religious act. The human being brings forth images from the center of the self and communicates them to the world. Fantasy is embodied in reality and the person is made whole. ↗

— Spider Webb

#artists #body-art #tattoo #tattoo-artist #art

Ink to paper is thoughtful Ink to flesh, hard-core. If Shakespeare were a tattooist We'd appreciate body art more. ↗

— Terri Guillemets

#body-art #shakespeare #story #tattoos #art

I'm telling you, the gorgeous of the world can actually look pretty intimidating when they scowl. Imagine a snow-white swan with a scary tattoo holding a chain saw. There's just no way to really prepare for that. ↗

— Jim Benton

#funny #scary #scowl #swan #tattoo

A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#tattoo #warner #love

My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story. ↗

— Johnny Depp

#tattoos #life

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn't hidden. No need for that spell anymore, I guess. Still, I covered it with my palm. Archer's hands clutched reflexively on my waist. Our eyes met. "It doesn't burn this time," I whispered. His breathing was ragged. "Beg to differ, Mercer. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#hex-hall #love #relationship #tattoo #love

Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them. ↗

— Laurie Notaro

#humor #love #tattoos #humor

I have the same one,' he says, laughing. 'On my back.' 'Really? Can I see it?' He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder. 'Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #four #love #sweet #tattoo