i took this for someone irl who wanted to see it. i figured i’d upload it because of my dickish refusal to take separate pictures of the like 20+ little baby prisonlike tattoos i have…  slowly i’ll accumulate webcam pictures of them i guess? my torso is pretty barren though. this is text from a panel in the translated version of the nana manga, but in my handwriting. it’s a matching tattoo with madeline. in my world when you become friends with someone you trade tattoos. ideally my body will eventually be covered in lots of small tattoos either done or designed by various people i know. instead of having a sob story, or creating meaning and attaching it to arbitrary imagery, someone will ask me about a certain tattoo and i’ll explain a person or a relationship.  you can also kind of see my michael alig tattoo despite the zillions of people telling me my tattoos are shitty and that i’m an idiot, the work in progress that is my body is a piece of artwork i can always be excited about and it is perfect to me. my tattoos are a more accurate representation of my life than your bird silhouettes that ten billion people have, but YOU have them for this reason. they create their own meaning and context. i have nothing against well composed, beautiful shop work. i love looking at those tattoos, too. but they aren’t me. i don’t want tattoos that don’t match my personality. every awful, crooked little line is more important to me than a $8545840954 really nice backpiece that is beautifully shaded could ever be. I’m not trying to knock conventional tattoos, but people feel the need to tell me my tattoos and choices are bad CONSTANTLY, so i’m just jumping the gun to defend myself here. /ESSAY

i took this for someone irl who wanted to see it. i figured i’d upload it because of my dickish refusal to take separate pictures of the like 20+ little baby prisonlike tattoos i have…  slowly i’ll accumulate webcam pictures of them i guess? my torso is pretty barren though.

this is text from a panel in the translated version of the nana manga, but in my handwriting. it’s a matching tattoo with madeline. in my world when you become friends with someone you trade tattoos. ideally my body will eventually be covered in lots of small tattoos either done or designed by various people i know. instead of having a sob story, or creating meaning and attaching it to arbitrary imagery, someone will ask me about a certain tattoo and i’ll explain a person or a relationship. 

you can also kind of see my michael alig tattoo

despite the zillions of people telling me my tattoos are shitty and that i’m an idiot, the work in progress that is my body is a piece of artwork i can always be excited about and it is perfect to me. my tattoos are a more accurate representation of my life than your bird silhouettes that ten billion people have, but YOU have them for this reason. they create their own meaning and context. i have nothing against well composed, beautiful shop work. i love looking at those tattoos, too. but they aren’t me. i don’t want tattoos that don’t match my personality. every awful, crooked little line is more important to me than a $8545840954 really nice backpiece that is beautifully shaded could ever be. I’m not trying to knock conventional tattoos, but people feel the need to tell me my tattoos and choices are bad CONSTANTLY, so i’m just jumping the gun to defend myself here.

/ESSAY