Sometimes you see some ink that is so wickedly impressive you’ve just got to share it with people you know will appreciate it.
Tattoos do not always have to mean something. However, if they do, you will always have a piece of your past with you, even if it is a part of your present and future.
There were moments in life
that deep in my soul,
I knew something was going to radically change
the path I was bound to take
and I wanted those moments etched into my skin.
“I just want my talent to come to life,” he said with a smile. “It’s hard to get started in the industry. So tonight then? You can meet me here.”
I have stumbled into some wisdom by way of the random inked-up warm bodies I’ve encountered over the years. There’s poetic insight everywhere if you look on the right armpit, left butt-cheek, or adjacent bathroom wall. Just keep your eyes peeled and your standards weird.
They remind me of places I’ve been, who I’ve wanted to become.
I do not tell him that I feel uncomfortable in my own body, trapped by the breasts and hips and stomach and thighs. He blankets his body with mine. He wouldn’t understand.
Refusing to educate yourself on a political candidate, view a work of art, or read an award-winning novel because of your personal perspective on the world serves only to reinforce and ultimately limit your own perspective of the world.
They like the idea that their body is a temple and they can decorate it however they see fit.
If you don’t have a tattoo already, these tats will make you want one, or will at least make you admire the badass artists who created them.