weareliberation-deactivated2012 asked: I love your tattoo. :) I'm planning on getting the same phrase "Amor vincit omnia" tattooed on me pretty soon too.
It has always been true. It will always be true. Thank you. :)
KILLAH! KILLAH!
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
“[The snake bites it’s tail, the circle is closed, the story ends at its beginning, but the meaning has changed. You must be born again. And again. And again.] And again.”
Christopher Bram, from The Notorious Dr. August (thanks, ruinistheroad)
(Source: the-final-sentence)
Can we please talk about my enormous history crush on young Pyotr Tchaikovsky?
Derp?
“[Hamlet asked, “To be or not to be?” There’s a fucking simple answer, Hamlet.
Be.
Be with passion.]
Be.”
Tim Scott, from Outrageous Fortune (thanks, ogonblickett)
(Source: the-final-sentence)
Minerva, emerged from Jupiter’s head with a battle cry!
dancewithnightwind asked: Caught your post!!! Your tattoo is the most freedom on a body I've seen. I got the water tats as well, with the same color, but not as grand as yours. What turns me up is I want a lighthouse next. What do those tattoos mean to you?
If you check out my blog, there’s a picture of my lighthouse that I just got. :) it’s a natural next step, I guess. I support the decision!
I’m from Cape Cod originally. Growing up on a sandbar made the ocean my friend from the very beginning. And it’s always been a good friend!
“What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian:’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispin’s day.’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
William Shakespeare; ‘Henry V’
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