My brother is teaching me how to ride a motorcycle today.
Edit: also learned to drive a manual car today. I feel so accomplished.
I slept SO well last night, it was like I wasn’t on my meds. (Though I had an extremely vivid dream of crashing my car. I remember pulling myself out of my car and dragging myself to the side of the road, feeling nothing but exhaustion. So realistic. So fascinated when I can actually remember my dreams.)
i personally think of tattoos as art. my tattoos to me is basically art from my soul. my tattoos are “carpe diem” on my chest and a fairly large tribal-esque butterflyon my neck. i have my own reasons for getting those two particular pieces of art. so if anyone has something negative to say about your art lets just hope they choke on their words because nobody has the right to judge what YOU put on YOUR skin, you do it for you not them.
agreed, but try telling that to my dad. jus’ doesn’t fly. he will forever think i am destroying my body and rebelling against him. he raised me not to judge, time for him to start being a good example.