Tattoo Fonts Quotes

What is art? Art is tar, rearranged. Art is tar on canvas or tar on tarp or tar on a naked body. Art is a bird chirping changed into something visual. Art is an image of a thousand beaks breaking into the office of a quack doctor. I know that doctor, and I've personally spoken to ten of those beaks. Art is rhythm, two hands clapping at a urinal while a third shakes off pee to the beat. Good art stays with you your whole life, especially if that good art is a tattoo. Good art is my name, written backwards, inked on your upper lip in a furry font. Art imitates life, just as life imitates Orafoura. Art can be anything from a Manet to a Monet to a painting of money to a missile. Art can save the world, or devastate it. (We could drop another big bomb on Japan, though I'm not advocating dumping Basquiat paintings on Hiroshima). Art rhymes with a bodily function, and everybody should let their creativity rip everywhere from the privacy of their bathrooms to small heated boxes with four of their closest friends. Art is thinking outside that box, and desperately trying to escape.

I suspect that on a corner of my soul is a tattoo saying ‘no regrets’, all lower case size 12 Old Bookman font, and it means not excess but restraint.

He trains hard, I can tell. That is not a body that you get from just diet and good genes. That’s a body you lift heavy iron for. Dark sweatpants hang off his slim waist, a perfectly dipped V dancing down his pelvis. There’s a tattoo going over that area too though, in big Old English font. My eyes dart to his left rib cage where a paragraph is inked in cursive. He also has two full sleeves of tattoos—no color, just grey and white—and what looks

In relation to “Killing Me Softly,” I was surely a poseur, the kind of coward to whom crossover albums were marketed or, worse yet, someone co-opting someone else’s bad experience. And yet, now, in the Tower Records, I understood that there was a sense in which “Killing Me Softly” was just a song—it itself wasn’t the cursive font in which the titles were printed, which made me think of a tattoo, and caused me to feel sheltered and useless. I ended up buying the cassette single, because it was only two dollars, and because it seemed more honest about just being into the most popular song on the album.

Blessedness is within us all It lies upon the long scaffold Patrols the vaporous hall In our pursuits, though still, we venture forth Hoping to grasp a handful of cloud and return Unscathed, cloud in hand. We encounter Space, fist, violin, or this — an immaculate face Of a boy, somewhat wild, smiling in the sun. He raises his hand, as if in carefree salute Shading eyes that contain the thread of God. Soon they will gather power, disenchantment They will reflect enlightenment, agony They will reveal the process of love They will, in an hour alone, shed tears. His mouth a circlet, a baptismal font Opening wide as the lips of a damsel Sounding the dizzying extremes. The relativity of vein, the hip of unrest For the sake of wing there is shoulder. For symmetry there is blade. He kneels, humiliates, he pierces her side. Offering spleen to the wolves of the forest. He races across the tiles, the human board. Virility, coquetry all a game — well played. Immersed in luminous disgrace, he lifts As a slave, a nymph, a fabulous hood As a rose, a thief of life, he will parade Nude crowned with leaves, immortal. He will sing of the body, his truth He will increase the shining neck Pluck airs toward our delight Of the waning The blossoming The violent charade But who will sing of him? Who will sing of his blessedness? The blameless eye, the radiant grin For he, his own messenger, is gone He has leapt through the orphic glass To wander eternally In search of perfection His blue ankles tattooed with stars.

I smile, but it falters when I reach his pectoral muscle and find a new tattoo in the spot he left blank on purpose. My hands freeze as I study the artistic patterns of the lotus flower and make out the elegant font beneath it that reads Property of B. King. He had it inked on the spot that he said was for something special.

I desire to write, be wildly in love, support my son to be who he is, keep my hair thick and shiny, get more tattoos, recite mantras, speak onstage, sleep in linen sheets, drive alone in the wide open spaces of New Mexico for hours, be flexible and productive, be alone at parties, be alone at home, be alone, be liked-loved-respected, keep a temple-tidy house, drive a reliable car, make millions of dollars and give lots away, meditate, get caught in thunderstorms, dance long and hard, wear cashmere, make things that make people want to make things of their own, sleep in, recycle, be One, seek approval, go to weddings (and funerals), order in, worship Rothko paintings, call my grandmother, free spiders, go back to India, stay up too late, get just the right font spacing, listen to Tibetan singing bowls on repeat for hours, watch three documentaries in a row, give all I have to give at any given moment to pretty much anybody, wear perfume every day of the week, shave my head, burn everything I’ve ever written, give insight, give money, give time, find my True Nature, and touch the face of God … Why do I desire what I desire? The answer is fast, clear, and simple: to feel good, of course.

Frasi iniziali Bleach Vol. #1-46 "Noi temiano ciò che non possiamo vedere" (Volume 1 - The Death And The Strawberry - Ichigo) "Le persone hanno speranza perché la morte è invisibile ai loro occhi" (Volume 2 - Goodbye Parakeet, Goodinte My Sista - Rukia) "Se io fossi pioggia che riesce ad unire cielo e terra divisi in eterno potrei riuscire ad unire due anime allo stesso modo? (Volume 3 - Memories In The Rain - Orihime) Siamo attratti l'uno verso l'altro come gocce d'acqua, come i pianeti ci respingiamo l'uno contro l'altro come i magneti, come il colore della pelle. (Volume 4 - Quincy Archer Hates You - Ishida) "Se non impugno una spada non posso difenderti, se impugno una spada non posso abbracciarti." (Volume 5 - Rightarm Of The Giant - Chad) "Già, per noi non esiste il destino. Soltanto chi, inghiottito dall'ignoranza e dalla paura, mette il piede in fallo scivola nelle torbide acque chiamate destino (Volume 6 - The Death Trilogy Overture - Urahara) "Non dobbiamo piangere che è la resa del corpo nei confronti del cuore, nient'altro che la prova che non siamo in grado di gestire ciò che chiamiamo cuore." (Volume 7 - The Broken Coda - Byakuya) "Se arrugginisce, non potrà più trafiggere se perdi la presa, ti taglierà Già, l'orgoglio è simile a una spada" (Volume 8 - The Blade and Me - Zangetsu) "Già, noi tutti sogniamo ad occhi aperti di volare in cielo." (Volume 9 - Fourteen Days for Conspiracy - Kukaku Shiba) "Noi allunghiamo le braccia spazziamo via le nuvole penetriamo il cielo e afferriamo la Luna e Marte ma non riusciamo ancora a raggiungere la verità" (Volume 10 - Tattoo on the Sky - Ganju Shiba) "Darò fuoco a queste zanne che non possono raggiungere così da non vedere quella stella così da non dover tagliare questa gola." (Volume 11 - A Star and a Stray Dog - Renji) "Pensiamo che un fiore cresciuto sul ciglio di un precipizio sia bello, perché i nostri piedi si fermano sul quel ciglio. Non riusciamo ad avanzare su quel cielo come quel fiore impavido." (Volume 12 - Flower on the Precipice - Aizen) "Ogni volta che rinunciamo al nostro orgoglio, ci avviciniamo di un passo alla bestia. Ogni volta che soffochiamo il nostro cuore, ci allontaniamo di un passo alla bestia." (Volume 13 - The Undead - Zaraki Kenpachi) "Scricchiola, scricchiola, torre del Purgatorio, che squarci il mondo come la luce. Trema, trema, torre della spina dorsale, a precipitare saremo noi o il cielo? " (Volume 14 - White Tower Rocks - Hanataro Yamada) "Io non farò altro che esercitarmi a dirti addio." (Volume 15 - The Beginning of the Death of Tomorrow - Kira) "La criniera del sole si riversa a terra cancellando le orme sul ghiaccio sottile Non temere di venire ingannato il mondo sorge già sull'inganno" (Volume 16 - Night of Wijnruit - Hitsugaya) "Rosso come il sangue bianco come le ossa rosso come la solitudine bianco come il silenzio rosso come i nervi di una belva bianco come il cuore di un dio rosso come l'odio che sgorga sciogliendoti bianco come il dolore che ti agghiaccia rosso come l'ombra che divora la notte come un sospiro che trapassa la luna splende di bianco, si spegne di rosso." (Volume 17 - Rosa Rubicundior, Lilio Candidior - Yoruichi) "La tua ombra furtiva come un ago avvelenato senza destinazione cuce il mio cammino. La tua luce flessuosa come un fulmine che colpisce una torre piezometrica tronca la fonte della mia vita." (Volume 18 - The Deathberry Returns - Soi Fong) "Sì, niente e nessuno può cambiare il mio mondo." (Volume 19 - The Black Moon Rising - Ichigo) "Chi paragona l'amore alla bellezza non conosce il volto dell'amore. Chi paragona l'amore alla bruttezza vanta di aver conosciuto l'amore." (Volume 20 - End of Hypnosis - Gin) "Tutto a questo mondo esiste per metterti con le spalle al muro." (Volume 21 - Be My Family or Not - Shinji)

The tattoo says Shh in an italic font. She had it done years ago, to remind herself of the importance of secrets and the importance of keeping them.