Yesterday, I went with my boyfriend and a few other people to get their tattoos done.
I'm actually sort of really pressed that I drew his tattoo, It's kind of like.... a piece of me will permanently be on him, you know? Even though the tattoo had nothing to do with me whatsoever, but it has a part of me attached to it, right?
I never thought about how serious a tattoo was. It was his first one ever, and he kept making a big deal about how this is the last time his body is bout to be bare and naked. Here it is for the last time
It's an actual heart, with his mom's name in it.
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