January 3rd, 2008
Now that We Agree My Mother Was Right
This, is my tattoo (not actual size).
I was young(ish). I was cool (fleetingly). I knew that I would always be able to love Love. And yet, the sad truth is, my mother was right. Love should never have seen the end of the tattooist’s pen.
Hidden from the casual viewer (well, not anymore), Love is showing […]
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