Ruffled Bloomers
Watercolor and Chinese Ink On Paper
2015, 9″x 12″
Double Blossomed Pink Poppies
when you’re obsessed with your new tattoo and take awkward pictures of it
I’m staring at my scars, tattooed upon my skin the permenants of who i am &who i have been. there never fading; unlike. the sound of these two lonesome chords that always make me cry
I’m staring at my scars tattooed upon my skin, the permanents of who I am & who I have been. they’re never fading, unlike.
I’m staring at my scars, tattooed upon my skin. The permanents of who I am & who I have been. They’re never fading, unlike.
Ruffled Bloomers
Watercolor and Chinese Ink On Paper
2015, 9″x 12″
Double Blossomed Pink Poppies
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it, if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?
Mine and my partner’s companion pieces. Crow and bear skulls, the circles for unity, and the VI which corresponds to the Lovers card in the Tarot. Done by Luke at Living Color Tattoo in Rochester, NY
I finally got the tattoo I’ve been talking about for years and I’m fucking obsessed. Thanks so much, Sadie Swartz!
But babe, you’re beautiful in your own way. Why compare with them? Your beautiful is different to their beautiful.
““Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.””
— Mitch Albom
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