So, for anyone that doesn't know: I'm finally inked. Two more photos of it under the cut.

It's permanent. They tell me it never comes off. I've been talking about getting it done for years now, so I guess it's really strange and sort of surreal that it's there every morning when I wake up. But I love it; I love what it represents in my life, and how something so small can encompass a feeling so infinite. I've realized that talking about it with others really makes me uncomfortable though, because it is something so personal, and I feel like no explanation I could verbally give will ever make them fully understand. I don't know, it's weird.



( PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS LIKE, 'WHAT IS WRONG?' ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, THAT IS JUST MY FACE )

I found this quote today; I can't get over how me it is:

"Over the years I have developed a picture of what a human being living humanely is like. She is a person who understands, values and develops her body, finding it beautiful and useful; a person who is real and is willing to take risks, to be creative, to manifest competence, to change when the situation calls for it, and to find ways to accommodate to what is new and different, keeping that part of the old that is still useful and discarding what is not."

One more day left in America. ... Yeah.

loud purrs and a beating heart; you're my favorite

Lots of art inspiration flowing in these last few days; not quite sure what I'm going to do with it all yet. I've worked thirty-three hours this week; I am exhausted. Only twenty days until schools starts; here's hoping that new schedule/availability works out accordingly with my life. Do you ever sit and think about everything that will never happen to you?

p.s. Layout is now complete with cute background.