The reason for the reaction mattered less than the reaction itself. But I Love You. But like… after that… how could I not? I was in love with someone elseconstantly half-distracted, one foot out the door. The day before I got my first tattoosomeone on Twitter told me to take a break from sex for a while, and I laughed. Tattoo enthusiasts, worry not: They each meant something different and magnificent.
Photo by Taylor J Mace The day before I got my first tattoosomeone on Twitter told me to take a break from sex for a while, and I laughed.
Nude tattooed girl is lying on the cold floor
They are mine, for always, forever. But one thing led to another and he ended up in my bed with me — ostensibly just to cuddle and sleep. He made me laugh and I felt safe around him; that was all there was to it, and that was all I needed. One such incident happened on a chilly night in March. This sweet, gangly boy slid down the length of my bed til he was eye-level with my pelvis. I am perpetually emblazoned with these images: He bought Subway sandwiches for both of us, because he is a goddamn gentleman.