Love - Tattoowise

Finger Tattoo They used to

finger tattoos love

They used to say Love or Hate , now they're just unreadable
Lucy I love Lucy

i love lucy tattoo

I love Lucy tattoo.Done by Mike DeVries
Too much talk Male and female

looking for love tattoos

Male and female shot in studio, with signed model release. Kris Fiore Franny Love
- This is Devon.


love beatles tattoo

This is Devon. I noticed his wonderfully colouful Beatles tattoo and went over to ask him about it. He said that he was a big fan of the Beatles, and so was his dad. When his father passed away, he got a tattoo paying homage to him (the Harley logo has his name and years on it), and a tattoo of the Yellow Submarine to go along with it. Really sweet :) Fed 4 | Canon 35mm f2 | Superia 400 | Epson V500
new david byrne tattoo, incomplete. New tattoo of

love birds

New tattoo of David Byrne, singing Naive Melody. Will add more color later. So far, I love it. Why the birds? Just because I like them. Tattoo by Ricky at Artkore Tattoo in Normal, IL.
tattoo This tattoo is

love hope tattoo

This tattoo is based off of an ink and acrylic piece I've done
. best in large

love of sisters tattoo

best in large view models: sorry camilla, barbara strobist: speedlite 430 exII camera left 1/2 pw, speedlite 430 exII camera left 1/8 pw, speedlite 430 exII backlight1/4 pw, filippo scarpi
Final Design by Sailor

love thy neighbor tattoo

Design by Sailor Jerry Tattoo by LeVip Photo by Fernando Toller Manaus - AM - 2012
This woman She makes my

october love tattoo

She makes my heart go pitter patter.
Woodland friends (fractured) Illustrations of part

owl love tattoo

Illustrations of part of a brief, 'the fractured collection'
Comfort Finding comfort in

peace love and rock tattoos

Finding comfort in each other has become automatic. That's when you know. Yep!:)
The New WolfSoul Photography. View On Black

photography love gallery

View On Black I can see in the darkness that surrounds me I'm protected by the eye of Horus I have an eye for a vision of the future for a vision of the world in a different way Because thats how I see it always even in my darkest moments ... The wings that will set me free are the same wings that keep me prisoner of my self because before I can fly I have to get the balance that I need in my life We cannot fly with broken wings but some times we don't need eyes to see or wings to fly ,we just need our imagination and the wish to do something to touch the sky with the palm of your hand to see the world in a grain of sand anything that makes us happy there is where the real power comes from the inspiration to create or to destroy to love or to hate ... WolfSoul.
Turkey - Side - Tourist couple 01 sq v2 Side in Southern

romantic love tattoos

Side in Southern Turkey is famous for its seafront Temple of Apollo, some shots of that to follow, but first I thought I'd upload the individual shots that comprised yesterdays diptych. As you can see the strong back-lighting proved a challenge for my metering but I've managed to dig some detail our of the shadow areas which is just as well as it was this guys tattoos that caught my eye initially.

Three random tattoo ideas

Shooting Star "There is something

tatoos on navel

"There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.” - Harry Crews A story about the scar: The first time my husband-to-be came for a visit to my tiny town in northern Minnesota, I had the misfortune to pull weekend on-call EMS duty. As soon as he walked in the door of my apartment after his 5 hour drive, I heard the tones blare from my portable radio. Giving him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek (it was only our 2nd or 3rd date and I still wasn't sure if I wanted to be in a real relationship with anybody), I suggested that he relax and make himself at home as I'd likely be away for an hour or so responding to the call. Nearly 3 hours later I returned, after an extremely trying series of events. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice to say, we ended up transporting a 350+lb patient while short-staffed. While attempting a 2-man lift to get the patient onto the cot, I slipped and bobbled a bit on the extremely grimy floor of the residence and felt a sharp pain in my lower right abdomen and back. Assuming that I had just strained a muscle or something, I didn't mention it to anybody, even though, over the course of the next day and a half, I was increasingly in a state of discomfort. RJ's visit was going extremely well- I was showing him all the highlights of my small town life- the "Big Stick", the U.S. Hockey Hall of Fame, my local hangouts. At the end of the visit, he was reluctant to start his long drive home, and I didn't feel like letting him go just yet. I suggested that I make the drive with him and then fly back home the next day, as I didn't have to work and I had flight benefits that made my trip home amount to only $10. His eyes lit up at the suggestion. Obviously, I had made a good decision. About halfway through the drive, I started to feel really ill. The pain in my lower back had changed from a dull ache to a feeling like somebody was repeatedly squeezing and releasing a kidney or some other vital part near it. RJ noticed that I was looking a bit distressed and asked how I was doing. Not wanting to worry him, I shrugged it off again as a strain and told him I would go to the doctor as soon as I landed, as the clinic was only a couple of miles from the airport. I didn't eat any supper or breakfast, as my nausea had intensified. When I landed at the hub airport to make my connecting flight to northern MN, I quickly went to find a gate agent I had made friends with throughout all of my travels. He escorted me back to one of the crew rooms where I could take a nap undisturbed, and promised to wake me in time for my flight. The 35-minute flight was awful. I was feeling sick to my stomach, and feeling a sharp pain in my back every couple of minutes. The minute the plane landed, I tore out of the terminal, leaving my baggage behind, and jumped into the car my friends had thoughtfully left in the employee lot for me. Breaking speed limits, I rushed to the walk-in clinic, where I had just enough time to walk in and grab a basin from behind the triage desk (I used to work there and knew where they were kept) before launching into a fit of projectile vomiting that wouldn't stop. The triage nurse, who knew me, grabbed a wheelchair and promptly wheeled me across the parking lot to the hospital emergency room- just in time, as my appendix had ruptured. I was to be rushed into surgery, but there remained the small problem that nobody knew my whereabouts. My dad was on the road for work in a far northern part of the state without cell coverage and his answering machine had broken the week before and he had not yet replaced it, RJ was at work and I didn't know his work number, and none of my local friends were answering and did not have voicemail or answering machines at the time. I left a quick message on RJ's home phone number stating my predicament and where I could be reached and then called the only other person I could think of- a friend named Kyle who I had a sort of
Wings 2 New Tattoo :]

hermes ankle wing tattoo

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