I also write poetry.
Today someone complimented on my tattoo.
It’s a red Japanese chrysanthemum with my son’s name and birth date underneath.
I often look at it when I miss him, and imagine giving him a great big hug. Looking at it always makes me feel better.
I will probably continue to do this until the day I die.
Too bad glow-in-the-dark ink is questionable. I really want one.
Instead of spending it on adult things like bills.
Bills, you be boring.
I believe in you again, so please bring me money to get this tattooed next to my Latin tattoo.
New ink! (Taken with instagram)
For those who thought I wasn’t serious. #nofilter #tattoo (Taken with instagram)
My son’s “tattoo”. :) #kids #tattoo (Taken with Instagram)
I was going to write an extremely long entry on love that no one will read, but
I decided to tell you I’ve finally realized what I want my first sleeve to be.
Of course, I’m not going to go into details, because that would be rude.
But it will be glorious.
Now I just have to find the money tree, and all my dreams can come true.
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"But what are your tattoos going to look like when you’re 80?!"
*transforms into a dragon*
*devours annoying human*