Posted on June 3, 2012 via Beautiful Indian Brides with 24,405 notes

The start of my dedication sleeve to my favorite painter, Esao Andrews. The sleeve is being created by Christa Z at Eternal Ink Tattoos. She is beyond awesome!

Posted on June 3, 2012 via Fuck Yeah, Tattoos! with 812 notes

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Posted on June 1, 2012 via idee fixe with 7,999 notes

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I just feel so wrong.

I don’t know what it is. I’m smiling often. I’m laughing loudly. I’m enjoying the moment. But, I still feel like I’m being swallowed whole by this overwhelming feeling of… wrong. I’d very much like to go curl up in a corner and cradle my own body, rock myself back and forth, and cry. Cry for minutes. Cry for hours. Cry for days. Cry alone in that corner where no one could touch me…even if I wanted them to.

But I also want none of that. Instead I want to throw myself into your arms and hold on until the end. I want to press my lips to yours and kiss you like your breath is the only air keeping me alive. Let’s love and fuck and love some more. Make it count.

I want them both and yet none at all.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

Tagged: wrong love fuck confusion crying sad happy lost