via @Golden Spiral-Studios on Facebook
goldenspiraltattoo.com, Greensboro, NC, USA
Tattoo done by @sierra_jacobs
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“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 20, 1963
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“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
–Sylvia Plath,The Bell Jar, Chapter Seven, 1963
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via @DeadLefrancine on Twitter
“Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.”
–Sylvia Plath, from “Lady Lazarus”, 23-29 October 1962
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Despite being a daring rogue, Rufus admits he fears anything magicy related, hence why he is too afraid to look if his cursed draconic tattoos/markings have spread. They came as a surprise when he was resurrected.
Bonus Panel!
Valmir's response just made me cackle I had to doodle it.
Valmir belongs to @ralszii
Rufus is mine.
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