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fuckyeahtattoos: This is my first and only tattoo. I got it...

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This is my first and only tattoo. I got it when I was 16 years old (one year ago). I got at Reykjavík INK witch is located in the capital city of Iceland. Zack from Texas is the tattooist.

These are the last two sentences of my favorite poem “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me, Úr niðdimmri nóttu sem hylur mig, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, svört sem pyttsins myrka vé. I thank whatever gods may be Guðanna skari ég göfga þig, For my unconquerable soul. fyrir sál sem ekkert kemur á kné

In the fell clutch of circumstance Þótt áföll drjúg mér dynji á,
I have not winced nor cried aloud. ég ber ei lóminn dag sem nátt.
Under the bludgeonings of chance Og hvað sem lífið berja má,
My head is bloody, but unbowed. ber ég blóðugt höfuð hátt.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears Handan tára og heiftarsals,
Looms but the Horror of the shade, vofir yfir skuggans böl.
And yet the menace of the years Þó tekst ég á við tímans fals,
Finds and shall find me unafraid. frjáls við óttans ógnarkvöl.

It matters not how strait the gate, Þrönga hliðið ríf ég niður,
How charged with punishments the scroll, og hundsa blinda bókstafsreiði.

I am the master of my fate: Ég er minnar gæfu smiður,

I am the captain of my soul. Sálu mína ég sjálfur leiði.

Above is the full poem, both in English (the original language) and in Icelandic my native language.