on a tumblr page. It's cute but it doesn't feel right (whatever that means). Maybe I'm sensitive to placement and font style. Also, she's probably a teen. Also, those are lyrics to a song that she likes. I've nothing against that and of course, y'all can do whatever you want with your body and maybe that song means the world to her.
But I really find that a waste of tattoo space.
I'm so irked by it.
I don't know. My chest piece isn't grandiose art, it's even misaligned, but I find it right. I've also come across a lot of less than pretty tattoo designs but it's forgivable.
I feel that a text tattoo is just different in a way that it has to be very well-thought-out and strategically placed or else, a small mistake could really turn it into a hideous piece of shit.
But this!
IN OTHER (BUT RELATED) NEWS:
Dear future self, I've been spending my days scrolling down tumblr pages. It's quite alarming. Like at this very moment, it's 5:19 am and I'm wide awake and I purposefully drank a mug of black coffee to sketch a little bit and blog and check tumblr. I'll sleep (most likely) at 6:30. I'll wake up at around 12 or 1pm and have coffee and check on tumblr again and I'll refresh and reblog and ooh and ahh and say things like WHAT IS LIFE and WHAT IS THIS I CAN'T EVEN and laugh and know what they mean like these bloggers are my friends and I've known them my whole life. I can do this all day until night falls again and maybe I get a little sidetracked by cable TV.
I wouldn't even entertain the idea of going out (except, of course, for free food - HOLLER AT ME!).
This is the laziest I've ever been.
Thing is, it's been raining and the temperature miraculously dropped after the first day of the year. I swear, the whole 2010 I've been wishing for this thing to happen and it did! I don't know if it's right to be happy about it since our countrymen farther north are going through a rough time with floods and all but I could not deny the truth that I am very relaxed and at peace in this weather.
Sometimes, I think I must have been born in the wrong side of the world.
Sometimes, I think I must have been born wrong.
