Tattoo by Jes Ashby at White Rabbit Tattoo in NYC
“Be not a poppy. For all of their beauty, they bear no scent to their name.”
But I was, and I am.
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That awkward moment when you ran up the stairs and now you’re trying to hide your heavy breathing like it’s no big deal but you’re actually pretty winded and dear god you need to work out.
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- Someone: are you crying?
- Me: no, I'm having an allergic reaction.
- Someone: to what?
- Me: life.
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…they had taken his sword hand, and without it he was nothing. The other was no good to him. Since the time he could walk, his left arm had been his shield arm, no more. It was his right hand that made him a knight; his right arm that made him a man.
Bullshit, bullshit everywhere
