I’m in love.
Not the kind that hits you for a little bit then the universe pulls you away and you forget all about it. The kind you couldn’t forget about even if you forced it. The kind your life surrounds your self in. This kind that gives you butterflies even years down the road. The kind that is always there, even when you doubt for a split second it’s not. I’m so lucky. I’m so happy.
In the mix of getting my tattoos done I was thinking. Fuck. What are my parents going to think. Then I stopped myself. I’m not my mother. I’m not my father. I’m merely a creation with my own opinion and thoughts. I absolutely love my tattoos. they fit me very well and I will never get tired of them. they can be covered easily if needed and they are done by a very amazing artist. What they say negative or positive it shouldn’t change my opinion of it.