BOOK WORM

BOOK WORM

Amy sends us these thoughtful knuckles along with this story:

. . .everyone’s always calling me the ‘sexy school teacher’ or ‘sexy librarian’ . . .soooo, boom, read my knucks bitches!! tee hee, . . . here are a few of the mens’ reactions thus far . . . “The dichotomy between the stereotype of a bookworm and hardcore knuck tattoos is utterly delicious” and “I am a total bibliophile. Throw the book at me and treat me rough you bad bookish girl!” and then there’s “Quite possibly the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen. Brilliantly conceived and beautifully implemented. (And the fact that it can say BOO for halloween with the aid of a bandage is icing on the cake)” wow, simma down boys. . . and then on the other end of the spectrum there’s the women who are inviting me to join book clubs. . . . i find all of this utterly amusing. . . . (thanks Branden for the kick ass font you drew up for me and i love love love the little white dot/accents . . . it makes me feel like i have little encyclopedias on my digits =) you can find him at 1LifeTattoo, brainerd, mn)

NO GOOD

NO GOOD

Wendi W. sends us these knuckles as a warning:

I’ve realized the best way to explain why I got this on my knuckles is to present a simple piece of writing by Dorothy Parker which reads:

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

As much as I have loved each very much, I always “trade up”. This is what you do throughout the course of life, I just end up doing it back to back. The result being many broken hearts. As soon as I win a heart, I break it. It is a line from one of my favorite songs and I felt like it should be added to my collection of “warning” tattoos. Then, when I leave the next one, I can say, “I warned you” and maybe feel a little less guilty.

Tattooed by Doug Curtis at Diablo Rojo who also tattooed her other warnings: A giant “Poison” girl on my chest and a line down my arm:”The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core.”