5 Deathly Hallows Tattoos
This belongs to Kristine.
I wanted this tattoo to honor Dumbledore, who has always been one of my favorite characters, and so had the middle line-- his wand-- be blue so it was the color of his eyes. I quite love it, and though the Hallows have become very popular-- didn't Xenophilius Lovegood say it was worn to announce to other believers that they believe? Well, I believe!
This belongs to Clorissa Rene' Brown.
This belongs to Victoria.
I got this tattoo for a few reasons. I love the books and the magic that they have shared with me and millions of others. The Harry Potter
series also bonded me to my dad. I only got to see my father one weekend a month when I was little, but every night that I was at his house, he would read to me from the Harry Potter books. They helped us bond even though we didn't spend much time together. I decided to get the version of the symbol with uneven lines and imperfections because it was the one copied straight out of the exact set of books that my dad read to me. My tattoo was done at Cartel Ink Works in Carmichael, CA by Aaron. He did a perfect job and was super quick too:)
This belongs to Amy, who also has the second "all was well" tattoo from this post.
In my mind, it represents making the right choices in life.
This belongs to William McElrath.
This tattoo was done by Abel Killian at Lucky 13 Tattoo in Richmond, Virginia. Under the symbol, I have the quote from Dumbledore "I open at the close." For authenticity's sake, I had Abel photocopy the quote from the book so that my tattoo was in Albus Dumbledore's own handwriting. However, I changed the "I" in the quote to "eye," trying to give the tattoo a second meaning: that fiction is better than fact; that living in a dreamworld is more freeing than anything that life has to offer. This made the authenticity of Dumbledore's handwriting more difficult to achieve; I had to search all seven books until I found "eye" in his pencraft.
Fear is the mind-killer.
This belongs to AliciaJo.
This belongs to Gabriel.
It's a bit of the litany against fear that is very close to my heart, due to the fact that I have panic attacks quite often. I just look to this when I get scared and feel week and it gives me power to overcome my fears.
This belongs to Shannan Lerch.
I got this tattoo after struggling through some personal decisions. I was always afraid of conflict; afraid to stand up for myself. This passage from "Dune" always stood out in my head. Tattooing it on my forearm has cemented my commitment to not letting fear rule my life.
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
- The Litany Against Fear from Dune
Quoth the raven…
This belongs to Stephanie.
This belongs to Alexa Chandler.
I got this tattoo on my sixteenth birthday. I designed it myself when I was fourteen and wasted no time in getting it. In a very dark time of my life, when things seemed to all be going wrong, I turned to reading - Edgar Allan Poe's work
being my favorite. The Raven was the first thing of Poe's I ever read and it truly helped pull me out of a depression. It stuck with me for a long time. I wanted to tribute the good that Poe's work has done for me.
My Guitar
This belongs to Christian, who also has a popular Dylan Thomas tattoo.
My freshman year in high-school, I found my dad's Alvarez guitar buried beneath boxes of keepsakes and old jackets. The old guitar had been given to him by his father's best friend who was killed, only weeks later, in an oil-field accident. Over the next few years, I slowly taught myself basic chords and spent many nights playing songs underneath the stars of West Texas.
When I left home for the Texas Hill Country to attend college, I discovered a passion for songwriting. As a Creative Writing major, I found the marriage of music with the written word to be a perfect fit. I knew for a long time that I wanted a tattoo that somehow embodied this ardor for music and language. Almost seven years after discovering that dust-covered case in the closet, I realized the perfect image to express this had been waiting for me since childhood.
I spent hours as a kid in the local library poring over the books of Shel Silverstein. Like many others of my generation, I rediscovered Shel as an adult. In fact, one of the first songs I learned to strum on a six-string was “A Boy Named Sue.” Earlier this year, while flipping through a yellowing copy of A Light in the Attic, I turned to the page with the poem, “My Guitar.”
There it was: music, poetry, and a tribute to a man I consider a hero.
Oh, wouldn't it be a most wondrous thing
To have a guitar that could play and could sing
By itself – what an absolute joy it would be
To have a guitar... that didn't need me
- My Guitar by Shel Silverstein, published in A Light in the Attic
The Star Talers
This tattoo belongs to Rose Drake, and was drawn and inked by Rhiannon Greenlee of Shocker Tattoo in Albany NY.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was so poor that she had nothing else but the clothes she was wearing and a little piece of bread in her hand that some charitable soul had given her. As she was thus forsaken by all the world, she went forth to wander the country.
Then a poor man met her, who said, "Ah, I have nothing to eat and I am so hungry." She handed him her entire piece of bread and went on her way. Then she came upon a child who moaned and said, "My head is so cold." So she took off her cap and gave it to the child. When she had walked a little farther, she met another child who had no jacket and was freezing. She gave her jacket to that child, and a little farther on one begged for a dress, and she gave her dress away as well.
She made her way into a forest where it was always dark. Then there came yet another child, and asked for a petticoat. Our poor girl thought to herself, "It is a dark night and no one can see me. I can very well give my petticoat away." She took it off and gave it away as well.
Thus she stood there, with nothing left at all, when suddenly some stars fell down from heaven. They were nothing else but gold shining dollars, and although she had just given her shift away, she was now wearing a new one which was of the very finest linen. She gathered together the money into it and was rich all the days of her life.
- The Star Talers (Kinder- und Hausmärchen / Grimms' Fairy Tales
no. 153) by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
We’re all mad here.
This belongs to Alice.
Being named Alice, and being blonde with blue eyes earned me the "Alice in Wonderland" nickname all throughout my childhood. I used to hate it, and hate my name. Now that I've actually read the story and read the book
, I just fell in love. This reminds me so much of my childhood, and truly reflects my whole view on this time of my life right now. Turned 18 earlier this year, and now moving to Berlin from Portugal to start a new beginning.
So it goes #63, 64, 65
This belongs to Skint Richie.
Inked by Steph at Old Town Tattoo, Edinburgh. Sushi, my Siamese Fighter inked by Jeremy MF Justice while visiting Old Town Tattoo. I had Sushi Tattooed the day after he died, so the quote fit with the image.
This belongs to Cat.
This belongs to Andrew.
I got this tattoo because I had just gone through a recent breakup with a girl who meant the world to me and I felt that this best represented how I have ended up feeling about it. There are things that you can or cannot stop from happening but in the end things just keep on going. Kurt Vonnegut has always been one of my favorite writer so this phrase has always stuck to me. I got it on my right collarbone so that when I look there I will always remember the girl who impacted my life so much.
This was posted as a part of “So it Goes” Saturdays. The phrase “so it goes” appears in Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five 106 times. Can you help me collect 106 “so it goes” tattoos? 65 down, 41 to go.
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