The musings of a schizo twenty something year old who thinks himself a writer/poet/comedian/social commentator. Mixing Vanity with Philosophy, The High Brow with the Kitsch, and the Vintage with the Vogue.
Tatt I got with my little sister. I took her out for her 21st and she spontaneously said,”lets get tattoos!” I couldn’t say no on her bday, so I paid for our tatts :) She got a Pokeball behind her ear for me and I got a “Hunny” pot on my middle finger for her. We’ve called her Honey for the longest and were the middle children of four.