I Bleed For My Art

Having my foot tattooed was one of the most painful experiences of my existence thus far, but I am very lucky to have such a patient best friend with a delightfully high tolerance for bearing-down induced pain.

I Wear My Brand With Pride

My tattoo artist thinks I'm a sweetheart.

He Gave Me Flowers That Will Never Wilt - I Keep Them With Me Always

I pride myself in not craving the useless, temporary, consumeristic goods that most people throw about on days like today but sometimes, in moments of weakness, I - too - wish for a flower that I know will die in a matter of days and cost far more than we can afford to throw at something as such.

I Yearn For Beauty

Flipping through 'how to paint flowers with watercolors' books for inspiration and references for Micah makes me wish that I had room in my tiny house for a studio.

Artwork Embedded In The Very Flesh

I'm contemplating the idea of a full sleeve, but the concept of the artwork itself is still rather vague at this point.

I Don't Care If It Is "All Natural"

My least favorite part of the tattoo process is slathering myself in corn oil based "Ink Fixx" because it makes me smell like a fry station in a diner and feels like Vaseline.

Permanence Has Its Perks

Now where ever I may go I shall have flowers, even in the dead of winter.

I Get Such Nice Compliments

"I've never seen someone relaxing in the chair, reading a book while getting a tattoo before."

Being True To Yourself Shouldn't Be This Painful To Others

The look in my father's eyes when he saw my tattoo was worse than when he learned that I had intended to move out without his permission, the oddness of which does not escape my grasp.

Urges

Sometimes I have this overwhelming desire to cover myself with tattoos - to be engulfed by beautiful art.