#tattoos

He whirled in the water and grinned at me. Damn, he was a handsome bastard. I realized he was half-naked. Blue swirls of tattoos painted his chest. When God made that chest, he did to tempt women. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#chest #kate #tattoos #temptation #temptation

I think I have enough tattoos for now. If I get any others, I'll probably do my kids initials. ↗

— Niki Taylor

#enough #get #i #i think #initials

Sydney's the kind of port that leaves a mark on a sailor," the old man mused. "Really?" Haakon said, wondering what the man meant. "It did on me," he said, opening up his shirt to display his chest. It was covered with tattoos! At the top, SYDNEY was printed in elaborate red and blue letters. Beneath that was an enticing selection of names and dates. "Mary, 1838...Adella, 1840..." The old sailor began laughing. "Beatrice, 1843...Helen, 1846." And then finally, "Mother." There was no date after "Mother." "Mothers you love forever," he said. Everybody laughed then, including Haakon, though the thought brought some sadness to his heart. He did love his mother forever, and he missed her as well. ↗

— Bonnie Bryant Hiller

#pirates #tattoos #dating

A city of Dreadful Nights: "The world rolls round forever like a mill, it grinds out life and death and good and ill. It has no purpose, heart, nor mind, nor will. ↗

— James Thompson

#death

I am a canvas of my experiences, my story is etched in lines and shading, and you can read it on my arms, my legs, my shoulders, and my stomach. ↗

— Kat Von D

#experience

Ink to paper is thoughtful Ink to flesh, hard-core. If Shakespeare were a tattooist We'd appreciate body art more. ↗

— Terri Guillemets

#body-art #shakespeare #story #tattoos #art

My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story. ↗

— Johnny Depp

#tattoos #life

Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them. ↗

— Laurie Notaro

#humor #love #tattoos #humor

I color your world." I blinked and my heart stopped. How did he....? Oh crap! I told him! Drunk, in the middle of great sex, I told him! Ohmigod! "I was right. You were asleep but you were dreamin'. You dream in black and white, babe. I gave you color. Now, you're awake." "Tack --" "You admitted it." "Tack, please --" "You were drunk, wet, hot and way the fuck turned on but you still admitted it." I did and the way he was looking at me, his blue eyes drilling into mine, I couldn't deny it. And also, it was true. Damn. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#tack #tattoos #dreams

The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife. ↗

— Karl Pilkington

#tattoos #marriage