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Not that it was a crazy complicated skill, but operating an espresso machine during high traffic could be added to my repertoire along with card tricks and how to fire a Colt .45.(Quote taken from ARC, subject to change)

sometimes life isn__ worth the pain. i__ going for a swim. goodbye, my love.

Seven little crazy kids chopping up sticks;One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.Six little crazy kids playing with a hive;One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.Five little crazy kids on a cellar door;One went all schizo and then there were four.Four little crazy kids going out to sea;One wouldn't say a word and then there were three.Three little crazy kids walking to the zoo;One jerked himself too much and then there were two.Two little crazy kids sitting in the sun;One a took a bunch of pills and then there was one.One little crazy kid left all alone;He went and slit his wrists, and then there were none.

A mind wanders, thoughts flee and memories fade. But tattoos, tattoos are forever. And if it is true to say that we carry ourselves with when we travel - then the body may very well be a beautiful canvas for the timeless lessons we learn and will learn when we travel.

i want the moon tattooed on my wristsmy grandmother keeps asking me to pray, i don__ have the heart to tell her that mypoems are the only God i have left in memy mother keeps leaving without saying goodbyei wish she__ let me cut my hair in the 7th grade,maybe i__ know how to deal with loss by nowi told myself i__ stop kissing boys who didn__ know my namei said, i__ stop picking at my bones like broken decorations,i__ quit with the smoking and the drunken poems, and when i said things like __y bones are heavy_ i would only mean itas a good thingheavy bones can__ be broken,you can__ break heavy bones

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.

She had a flower tattoo on her wrist; "What does that mean?" he asked her. "Absolutely nothing," she said, "it's just a flower.

Getting ink felt right, like it would help her put her life in order, to move forwards. It was her body, despite the things that'd been done to it, and she wanted to claim it, to own it, to prove that to herself. She knew it wasn't magic, but the idea of writing her own identity felt like the closest she could get to reclaiming her life. Sometimes there's power in the act; sometimes there's strength in words. She wanted to find an image that represented those things she was feeling, to etch it on her skin as tangible proof of her decision to change.

I think i should get love inked on my skin.Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.

Tattoos are a permanent commitment of passion

Sometimes you have to go a little crazy before you can find sanity. I think I'm close.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn__ picture it and leave nothing behind.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we__e both a little crazy. Enough to believe we__e found where dreams are born and beneath our faults remain a science, where you and I will run away and leave nothing behind.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.