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Dungeon Crawler Carl Tattoo Flash
So…hello starless sea loving tumblr. I am a long time fan and a (probably?) first time poster on these tags. This book has been the cornerstone of my life for….my entire adolescence and well beyond. It taught me a lot about who I am, and who I want to be. So today I immortalized these words (fittingly in ink) on my body! I am not usually one to post this stuff but i’m so happy with the result, i need everyone to see.
I am not sure how else to demonstrate my deep deep deep wide wide wide feelings for this spectacular piece of literature. I am always seeking and always finding and this book helped me realize as much.
JOMPBPC • march 14 • tattoo worthy
Been wanting some version of “no mourners, no funerals” since I first read the Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo. It’s my favorite YA <3
hey…. psssst… i did a thing
from pages 214 & 215 - house of leaves tattoo time! hell yeah
this is my first tat ever and i am sooooo happy it was for my most loved and most hated (/lh) book in my bookshelf. this is my favourite part of the whole book!!
if i hadn’t of read house of leaves, i would have never written my own novel, so i owe a lot to those pages.
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
Just started rereading House of Leaves so throwback to 2018 when I got this tattoo in honor of one of my favorite books
“Then they wake up to the sound of a bang. And they smile.“
I think about Beartown a lot. Maybe even too much. Mostly Benji Ovich, if we’re being honest.
A boy doomed by the narrative which loved him so much. A boy destined to die young. A boy who was so much more than his fists but led with them anyway. A boy with the biggest heart and softest soul. A boy who just wanted to play.
But not only Benji, the word bang. Over and over again. BANG. BANG. BANG. A signifier of life and death. The banging of pucks against the wall, and the firing of a gun. A simple sound, a single word. Bang.
“If they keep quiet they can hear it in the distance: Bang-bang-bang.“
Beartown was a book, a series, that hit me where it hurts and left me turning over life’s biggest questions. It felt only right to carry a reminder of Benji and a piece of Beartown with me always.