“Loneliness is energy. Powerful as hell. People kill themselves sick on loneliness. They drink themselves into the floorboards. They do all kinds of damaging things to themselves to combat their loneliness. The loneliness is real. The energy is real. I can’t see what good it does to damage yourself trying to feel better. If one can apply all this real energy to damaging oneself, then isn’t it possible to harness this energy into something positive to combat loneliness?”—
Yesterday was the first day it’s been sunny enough to wear just a t-shirt out of the house and hot enough for it to be necessary. I have full sleeves on both arms, meaning not one square inch from wrist to shoulder is still bare skin. I have tattoos on my fingers, my neck, my legs, everywhere. I love my tattoos, I think they’re beautiful, I’m proud of them and my decision to get them.
I stepped onto the bus in my t-shirt and noticed all eyes on me and some whispers… I don’t like to be stared at by strangers any more than anyone else does, I was raised to think it’s rude to stare for whatever reason. I brush it off, I take my seat… and notice… a woman is taking pictures of my on her cell phone.
It’s at that point that I lost my shit.
Just because I have tattoos (and a lot of them) does not mean I do not deserve common decency, privacy and respect. It is not an open invitation for you to sneak pictures of me, pull on my clothing to see more of my arms, or post pictures of me on your blog like I don’t give a shit if you plaster my face all over the internet without my consent - And I definitely, definitely, am not asking for your fucking commentary on my appearance.
“Oh my, you’d be such a pretty girl if you didn’t have all those tattoos!” Well you’d be a decent human being if you we’re such a closed minded, shriveled up, rude bitch passing out back-handed compliments like tic-tacs.
“I think those big holes in your ears are disgusting! I just couldn’t do it!” Since when is it socially appropriate to tell a stranger they look disgusting? I think your lack of any manners whatsoever is disgusting. Now face forward and stop looking at me if it bothers you so much.
I have tattoos for me, not for you. Not to impress you, not to offend you, not for your fucking entertainment. It’s rude to stare at someone who’s missing a limb, it’s rude to point out to an obese stranger how overweight they are, it’s rude to joke about someone’s religious attire that they wear in public, it’s fucking RUDE, to point and snicker at that girl on the bus with all the tattoos and sneak her FUCKING picture to go on your piece of shit BLOG.
Being heavily tattooed doesn’t make someone any less of a human being, and it doesn’t mean you can treat them as any less than a human being. You fucking idiot.
Found on dA 1 minute ago. The responsible party and link are withheld. Enjoy!
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Two gay Iranian teenagers one 18, the other believed to be 16 or 17, were executed this week for the “crime” of homosexuality. When I heard about this story it filled me with so many emotions….total anger, injustice, devastated. This song is for anyone who has had someone taken from them by such an unjustified act and that one day people that carry out these sicking unforgivable acts will have to answer to a power much greater than they ever could imagine.