That’s right. I got a tattoo. ME. I DID IT. I’m going to be totally honest. It hurt like hell. I promise you that child birth is probably a hell of a lot easier. It took an hour and a half, and I wanted to give up the whole time. I got though it with constant encouragement a lot of hand holding. It may have been a big mistake and I admit that, but I’m happy that I’m able to make these kind of mistakes. Some advice? Never get a tattoo on bone. Don’t do it. I don’t care how much you want it there, don’t put yourself through that. OH, and don’t tell ANYONE.
Am I weak for admitting that I’m lonely?
Or does that make me stronger?
I would kill for a nebula dress…
almost.
This is my picture from Thursday. March 10th. It was after the Great Gatsby dance, and I was feeling lonely, exhausted, and in need of some good Z’s. I hope this picture captures that.
(In celebration of the snow day today)
Who Knew I Could Do That?
Nebula Dress
Orion. If Nebulas don’t inspire you… I can’t help you.
