February 2012
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dear tumblr, i am tattooed!
officially inked as of today. Wes – the tattoo artist i chose (who, by the way, looked like a more rugged Adam Levine) – was so fucking great. he went with my idea and made it work. talked to me honestly about placement and typeface and how long it would last. he made it so much better, somehow: not sighing in exasperation when i wanted script, making the font a bit bigger so the loops...
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researching tattoo places in Santa Rosa.
me: yea, i found one that is super promising! the – uh, the – shit, what was it called? the purple monkey? the – hell! it wasn't the Glass Beetle, it certainly wasn't Inky Cells, it wasn't the Electric Monk, what the fuck...what the fuck is with these names?
sissy: well, what do you expect out of tattoo parlors? it's not going to be the Rainbow Kitten!
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“If I let myself be swept away to sea,”
– Betrayed by Bones, Hellogoodbye
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what a lovely day.
slept in a little. woke up slowly. made brownie batter pancakes for breakfast. had a couple covered in strawberries in whipped cream, as well as some fresh orange juice. sat at the table with my daddy, and as we ate we watched the waves out the window. the clouds rolled in and out as a storm tried to side whether or not it would stay, and finally the sun set and turned the sea orange. i still have...
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you're picking a fight.
me: do you have a favorite from the gang?
Leo: i like Chibs and Tig. you?
me: you would! Opie and Chibs.
it's hard though...i don't know if i have a favorite. Tara might be, but i've sort of fallen for all of them, differently. even Tig's really grown on me.
Leo: Tara's my least favorite out of all of them.
me: why am i not surprised. why?
Leo: she's so dishonest and sneaky. Gemma as well.
me: well, yeah. i don't like the dishonestly at all, especially since Jax is so respectfully honest with her, but i like that she takes care of them.
SHE'S A GODDAMN DOCTOR, LENNY, SHE HAS TREATED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THE CLUB MEMBER WITHOUT ASKING WHY THEY ARE SHOT OR STABBED, SHE WAS KIDNAPPED AND FOUGHT HER WAY OUT, SHE CAME BACK TO JAX AND BORE HIM A SON EVEN AFTER HE SLEPT WITH A PORNSTAR IN A MISGUIDED ATTEMPT TO DRIVE TARA AWAY, SHE IS A TOTAL BADASS BIKER MOM WHO WORKS THROUGH HER FEAR AND FRUSTRATION. SHE IS THE BEST AND YOU ARE THE WORST AND OF COURSE YOU DON'T LIKE HER AND HER FULL SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS BECAUSE YOU ARE ALLERGIC TO SUCH THINGS.
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Sons of Anarchy stuff! →
(i’m making this for myself as soon as human art major-ly possible.)
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so, Sons of Anarchy.
OK. OK. I ADMIT IT. I WAS WRONG.
my best friend and i always have such stupidass fights, but this was about a t.v. show for Juice’s sake. i gave him so much shit for watching Sons of Anarchy. i mean, what was he, a wannabe badass biker boy with that goofy grin? hah! he watched several episodes when i was over at his house once, and i rolled my eyes at him and went back to Taming of the...
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it would be a lie to run away.
him: i'm not going to let this turn into you telling me how awful you are and why i should just let you go. fuck that. one, its bullshit. and two, it's gotten old.
me: fuck you!
him: and i mean that in an absolutely loving way
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“I’m not sure why it always goes downhill,”
– The Cure For Pain, Jon Forman
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'til i'm happy to be here
i understand little of love. i think at least i know that. mostly, it makes me miserable. and – odd as it is – overwhelmed with a sense of such intense happiness. it is two a.m. and maybe this is when i stop making sense, and maybe this is when it all starts to. i miss him and i am rubbing at my tired eyes and turning to where i wish he would be with his arms open for me and i would collapse into...
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You Are Goodbye Holly Conlan
i remember gold, and...
a note to the heart:
this is a call to arms.
“We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back,...”
– Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
waking up at dawn to find i’ve lost my crown
I (still) tell people “I take care of him.” But – No, no, now that’s not entirely true. Not anymore. It was true three years ago, when we were still in high school and our breath hung in the air when we laughed and we looked for each other. I took care of him, and he took care of me. I looked for him because his presence was as steady as my breath never was. It’s been a couple years now and (no...
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“The noise doesn’t matter. We don’t know who we are until we’re...”
– Tara Knowles, Sons of Anarchy
many times i've often prayed
in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day
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Tara: you know why i run away from shit all the time? 'cause i don't trust anyone. if I'm gonna stay, i need to know the truth.
Jax: i tell you the truth.
Tara: not just what you think i can handle. i need all of it. it's the only way i'll know if i can do this.
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“Kiss me hard before you go, summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know that...”
– Summertime Sadness, Lana Del Rey
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i think about you, maybe more than i should.
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“I think that every person you meet you fall in love with. Just a little bit. And...”
– (via sandandwater)
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