I did this guide about the different types of tattoos. if you think I forgot something, please let me know!
UV tattoos: http://1337tattoos.com/tagged/uv
White ink: http://1337tattoos.com/tagged/white
*nope, I don’t have a category for new and old school because at least 60% of my daily posts are in these styles. you can look for something more specific on the categories page.
I’ve updated this post with white ink and realistic tattoos as requested. the quality of the images are crap, but tumblr won’t let me upload more than 10 images. also, I can’t believe the number of notes this has :o
Following the 2013 Hajj (حج) on Instagram
Every year, more than three million Muslims make a pilgrimage to Islam’s holiest site, Mecca. This pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia, known as the Hajj (حج), takes place between the 8th and 12th days of the Islamic month of Dhu al-Hijjah (ذو الحجة), falling this year between October 14-18. The Hajj is a mandatory lifetime event for all able-bodied Muslims who are able to afford the journey, and it constitutes one of the Five Pillars of Islam.
The Hajj itself consists of many rites, the most iconic of which is known as Tawaf (طواف). For Tawaf, pilgrims enter al-Masjid al-Haram Mosque, at the center of which stands the sacred Kaaba: a cubic structure believed to be the first site of worship in the Islam faith. Pilgrims circle the Kaaba seven times counterclockwise in harmony, praying as they go.
The first time I saw you cry, my heart splintered
with every teardrop falling on your shirt like tiny
hands clinging on every fiber. I saw your
shoulders shaking with every sigh you let out and
I almost fell apart, right there and then. I wanted
to shut the windows of your eyes so much if that meant stopping your tears from falling; wanted to
grab your shoulders with an iron fist to stop them
from vibrating. But most of all, I wanted to
smother you with my hug and make you feel that
the world’s still rotating on its axis so everything
is alright, or soon it’s going to be. The sound of your cries reminded me so much of rain pounding
on my roof on a lonely night bereft of moon and
stars; of a girl’s heart weeping of a lost love, of a
broken voice so cracked no band aid in the world
can heal it. And I had the urge to put them inside a
bottle and feed it to the sea because nobody, especially you, should ever cry because of me.
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