Even when it's so hard, it squishes your guts.
I'm designing another tattoo. My baby tattoo isn't cutting it for me. I'm going to wait for a while on this one. I want to be sure that I really really want it. But I figure, as long as each of my tattoos have meaning, than I'm using my body as a canvas. I am in no way mutilating my body. I'm using it as an instrument of self expression and reflection.
"But ummm. Alex. What if you hate it in ten or twenty years? What about when you're seventy, and it looks like a raisin?"
That thought has crossed my mind, thank you very much. But I figure by the time I'm old and wrinkly, I'll have so much more to worry about than an old tattoo that looks like a liver spot anyway.
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