Someone sent me this picture of Hayden Panettiere. Her tattoo reads “vivere senza rimipianti”, which is Italian for “to live without regrets”. Unfortunately, the correct spelling is “rimpianti”. Oops!
Spelling and Grammar Mistakes
You’re vs. Your
Theme Week: Tattoo Misspellings
Day 7: It would have been so pretty…
Last night I dreamed a sweet sweet dream
I thought I saw my home sweet home
And oh how grand it all did seem
I made a vow no more to roam
By that dear old village church I strolled
While the bell in the steeple sadly called
I saw my daddy old and grey
I heard my dear old mother say
You’re as welcome as the flowers in May and we love you in the same old way
We’ve been waiting for you day by day, you’re as welcome as the flowers in May
We’ve been waiting for you day by day, you’re as welcome as the flowers in May
– You’re as Welcome as the Flowers in May by Hank Snow
Too vs. To, 2
Theme Week: Tattoo Misspellings
Day 6: To. Part 2.
Apparently the person who designed this tattoo has a habit of sabotaging his stencils, so if anyone steals his tattoo designs and doesn’t double check them, they end up tattooing things like this on people. Luckily it is easily fixable.
Too Tough to Die is the eighth album by the Ramones, released in 1984.
Too vs. To
Theme Week: Tattoo Misspellings
Day 5: To.
“Too fast to live, too young to die, bye bye.”
– From the song James Dean by Eagles
Chronieles
Theme Week: Tattoo Misspellings
Day 4: Religious error.
Chronieles? Oops.
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
– 2 Chronicles 7:14 (King James version)
On Purpose?
Theme Week: Tattoo Misspellings
Day 3: So is your tattoo.
This tattoo reads “imermanence is forever”. It should read “impermanence”.
If
Theme Week: Tattoo Misspellings
Day 2: Typos in long passages.
If–
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you ’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that ’s in it,
And—which is more—you ’ll be a Man, my son