Because inherent in tattoos is the belief in the stasis of identity, and I know that there will come a day when the design I chose some years no longer represents me.
I mean, just imagine a badass dragon sagging on wrinkly grandma skin. Even Peter Rabbit wouldn’t look cute anymore :(
So it’s no to tattoos, although I just might get that naval piercing when I finally stop putting that off.
Combine our love into something wonderful
But times are tough I know
And the pull of what we can’t give up takes hold” —Terra Naomi, Say It’s Possible
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
It made me happy.
Soooo sooooooo happy. Can’t stop reblogging it. Also, I’m bored.