ok fuck that stupid design and fuck meaningful tattoos and fuck le petit prince or at least put that on the backburner for now, i want swirls of ink on skin, dark and bold and crawling over my hipbones and ribcage, carefully imposing on smooth swells and then unrelentingly dipping into bony valleys, i want straight lines and curved lines and nothing delicate that could be drawn with a pencil but a thick, angle tip permanent marker.
there are places for delicacy and discretion, then times of having guts, god, nobody i know has guts anymore, explicit, simple, direct like staring unflinchingly into the eyes of, everyone, really.
i want tendrils of thick ink, and ink, and ink, and skin.
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