I love tattoos. Did you know? OBSESSED. Good ones. If you ask me many of them are gotten for the wrong reasons, by the wrong artists, and are done without much though or quality.. leading to a crappy decision and hideous permanent ink. BUT there are beautiful pieces. Gems. I would have many in another life.
All of this has to do with the fact that a while back I found my dream tattoo. Found it. It's me. And I find myself daydreaming of it from time to time. It's not 'one of a kind', but it's me none the less. Placement, artwork, simplicity, sheer beauty that I can't imagine regretting so long as I would have lived (in this other lifetime of course).
Wanna know what it would be? Well, I'll show you. Controversial lust? most likely. Your taste? doubtful. But I absolutely adore it. All that said. Here she is. My dream piece of ink, gracefully wrapped around my forearm.