I miss this thing called friends.
Cute stippled fawn for Jia right under a gorgeous Erik Jacobsen piece! Thanks so much for letting me tattoo you, lady!
I am not comfortable
in my own skin;
But I am trying
to be. Damn it,
I am trying to be.
These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean,” she said. “I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.
Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (via exoticwild)