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what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
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i used to think that you should only get a tattoo if it has meaning or a story behind it, but now it’s like, tattoos are frickin art man get one because it looks sick as hell on you.
Having tattoos and piercings is not unprofessional.
What’s unprofessional is turning down an aspiring employee due to superficial reasons and not their skill level or experience.
one of the most accurate posts I’ve ever read.
spend time with the sea. spend time with the moon. spend time in the flowers. cultivate your passion, your mystery, your magic. you do not need to wait for someone else’s wind to move you. you are already profound with beauty.
“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too.”
— Vincent van Gogh
Let’s look for the light,
in the trees, in the cities,
the sea, and this bed.
Perché tu, così come sei, sei l’unica cosa di cui avrò mai bisogno.
Tenerife Sea, Ed Sheeran. (via iwroteyouintomyverse)
Se questa dovesse essere l’ultima cosa che vedo, sappi solo che per me è abbastanza, perché tutto quello che sei è tutto quello di cui ho sempre avuto bisogno.
Ed Sheeran, Tenerife Sea (via sophielofy)
Story time b*tches.
So I’m a trans dude, right? Okay, but before I started to transition, I was the girliest girl to ever fucking girl. I had no say in this, I was basically told “hey, wear this dress and makeup to this amusement park with your cousin” I’m like fine. Whatever. Anybody can rock a dress and makeup. Now, I was a real busty girl. And you could see it very well. So I’ve got my little cous’ on my back. She’s enjoying the piggy back ride, whatever. So these motherfuckers of a douche boys start Cat-calling me. Fuck them. Anyway, at this point, I have two options: ignore them, or beat the shit out of them. But I can’t piss off my aunt with my cous’ so it looks like I have to ignore them. Then the most fucking brilliant idea I’ve ever had pops into my head. I tell my cous’ to hold on tight, then when the douche heads start up again, I screech. Like, full on fucking screech. Then I Naruto™ run towards them, still screeching. They start yelling and running away like the fucking pansyies they were.
Moral of the story is: If you ever get fucking cat-called and you don’t want to be, be as weird as you fucking can possibly be.