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"in the midst of things"

today was tattoo day! a very exciting day, i'm sure you'll agree, and one that comes around all too rarely for me. working in a nursery, you'd think that i'm banned from a lot of bod mod - on the contrary. thanks to a rather laid back (unaware) boss, and a really lovely team of wonderful women (and one exceptional man), i'm basically allowed to run free. it's my fault that i've stretched my ears enough for the kids to rip them out every day but that's half of the fun, right? RIGHT?

i've never been the one who shares my tattoos across social media but i figured what with this blog being a "very" personal glimpse into my life, i've thrown caution to the wind and taken a few very fresh and tragically raw snaps for you to see. tattoos are a bit part of my life now (god, i hate people who say that) and they really do mean a lot to me. there's always a very prominent meaning behind every one and i think that's the way it should be, what with these being on your body for the rest of your life. what an investment.

"what the fuck are you on about?" and, more importantly, "what the fuck is that like?"

this time around, i treated myself to three of the inky scars. the first, just above my wrist says "in medias res" which is latin for "in the midst of things". i've always been a people watcher and i'm very aware others are too (shout out to you weirdos) but it only dawned on me recently that every single person i see is quite literally in the midst of things. everyone has stuff going on in their life that 99.99999% of the population do not know about and it's completely unacceptable to make snap decision and judgements about things without knowing the full story. also, it's a literary term used in books which i am really interested in. 

the second is a bloody huge band logo under the back of my elbow. it's from the "monumentour" which featured fall out boy and paramore, two of my absolute favourites. i used to be quite embarrassed of being an emo and non-ironically enjoying their music but with age comes wisdom and with wisdom comes a bit of a "oh fuck off everyone else" attitude which i need to adopt more. their music has shaped my teenage years and adolescence and i still get that excited (happy?) feeling when i listen to them. also, it looks really boss. 

HEY YOUNG BLOOD AIN'T IT FUN?

the last specimen is on my forearm and it's the chemical layout of serotonin, the "neurotransmitter" associated with happiness. this is a big one for me as i'm not the happy little guy i normally am right now and it's a constant reminder that, whilst i might be not be on top of the world at the moment, it's always there. that ability to be happy again, it's within me (oh god, you can leave if you like) and that's a big deal. i didn't take a picture of it because it's covered in bloody clingfilm. soz xo

my pet hate is when people ask "oh god, did that hurt?" of course it fucking hurt, it's someone dragging a really really sharp needle through the deep layers of my skin. it's far from being tickled but it's not unbearable otherwise nobody would be permanently decorated. right now, i'm quite bloody and throbby (calm down at the back) but feeling good about it all. ME ME ME bleurgh 

tell me about your tattoos please. we can have a nice little chat.