Quite a few people have now asked about my tattoos;&I never replied.
I’m not rude, just forgetful as hell.
I have 5. The first was a lady silhouette on my left hip, taken from Danger Radio’s Used and Abused album artwork. That was purely for aesthetics.
Next I have “Whoever She Is” on my right bicep. If you don’t know it’s a song by The Maine. People might think “What if you stop liking that band?” But that doesn’t bother me. Sure as hell I’m not always going to like the same music when I get older, but that won’t fucking stop me liking the meaning I take from the song.
Then I had Amor on my left wrist and Vita on my right wrist. It’s Love Life in Latin. Speaks for itself really. Had a rough few years&It’s a mantra I try to live by.
My latest one is “Tutum Te Robore Reddam”; which is the Crawford family motto. It translates as “I Will Give You Safety By (In) Strength”. Again, this speaks for itself. I always try to be there for my friends as much as humanly possible. Plus I wanted to show some sort of homage to really the only family I have left now.
Hey, call me easily pleased, but having a mini BBQ with two of my best friends (if the fire pit arrives in time) is definitely something to get excited about. Going to London with them this weekend is also going to be amazing, our old wolfpack will be reunited for the first time in months, since Rob moved up there for a year. Then next week we have the pool party which will be amazing (even if I am nervous about it). It’s the first time our college lot have ALL been together for…a year, perhaps? It’s crazy. Then that following weekend I’ll hopefully be receiving a special visitor. Nervous much?
There’s still many people I miss, but we’ll see each other in good time.
you could do anonymous posts on this.
There’s so much going through my mind I want&need to get out, but I don’t particularly want my friends to know it. It’d be such a therapeutic way to face some demons and vent, without any fear.