PLEASE. DASH IS COMPLETELY DEAD
Woo!
yee :)
I crave the feeling of the needle breaking my skin, leaving more than it took away.
The needle takes away the eyesore that my skin presents, inflicts pain to replace mine, and leaves behind beauty, euphoria, and most importantly, the ink.
The ink will tell a story.
The ink will express all the feelings that I am too afraid to.
The ink will be a messenger, telling me to let the past be, accept it, and be free.
The ink doesn’t judge.
The ink never leaves you.
The ink is not skin deep, it is soul deep.
The ink will be a memory when mine is long gone.
The ink will be the beauty that covers up my horrid outside, and the ink will be a beautiful expression of my horrid inside.
The ink soothes.
The ink brings me comfort.
The ink and I are one.
