What the fuck
you know that mood where you just can’t think straight and you don’t know why and you’re in this foggy abyss where you can’t make any decisions or function at the level demanded for daily interaction and action and all you can do is zone out and let other people do things around you as they wonder why you’re staring blankly at walls as if your soul was removed
I love tattooed women, maybe because they are uncontrollable, they are themselves to the point of drawing symbols of their power on their skin. Talk about owning your own body, being in your body, claiming yourself. I love it. When the world is in an uproar over whether women should have a choice or not when it comes to their own bodies, being tattooed is one of the most visible choices of all.
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