rhymeswithchaos

Dec 14 2011
Sep 10 2011
fayedaniels:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

THAT IS ME YOU GUYS
Only no drugs, never arrested, and not promiscuous. So…

fayedaniels:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

THAT IS ME YOU GUYS

Only no drugs, never arrested, and not promiscuous. So…

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Awaken

He opened his eyes to her smile, a smirky half-thing that lifted one side of her mouth higher and made her eyes shine like bright stars.

“What happened?”

She laughed, a little one. “You had too much to drink.” She yanked the covers off of him.

He looked at himself. Fully clothed, his tie loosened but still looped dangerously around his neck, even his shoes still on. Taking everything in, he mirrored her smile, lopsided and all, and shook his head. “Did I do anything embarrassing?”

“Oh, darling, you always do.”

Even now, years later, he could not see where the slap came from, but if he thought too long about it his cheek would redden with fresh pain like it just happened.

She never did tell him why.

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Jul 05 2011
fuckyeahtattoos:

So, the concept of this tattoo:
This is a turret from Portal. This specific one, for those of you who have played Portal 2, is the one who escaped the production line.
The life of a turret is simple. They are built, tested, put in a box, removed from the box, recycled, used as parts for a new turret. A never ending cycle. But one got away, and when you find him, he says, “I’m different”. He looks like all the others, but somehow, he ended up different.
The words in the background don’t really say anything, I told the artist to do whatever he wanted, it just had to be garbled and gibberish. Along with the little red hearts, the background was inspired by one of the walls of a rat’s den. 

Done by Rich at Body Language in Columbus Ohio.

fuckyeahtattoos:

So, the concept of this tattoo:

This is a turret from Portal. This specific one, for those of you who have played Portal 2, is the one who escaped the production line.

The life of a turret is simple. They are built, tested, put in a box, removed from the box, recycled, used as parts for a new turret. A never ending cycle. But one got away, and when you find him, he says, “I’m different”. He looks like all the others, but somehow, he ended up different.

The words in the background don’t really say anything, I told the artist to do whatever he wanted, it just had to be garbled and gibberish. Along with the little red hearts, the background was inspired by one of the walls of a rat’s den. 

Done by Rich at Body Language in Columbus Ohio.

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Nov 08 2010

Stars

Every star in every sky and all the suns beyond are not enough to give count to the beats my heart has given for you.

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