just as long as i'm the name on your tattooed heart

hummingbird heartbeat 

i'm definitely one to "get back on the horse" and after tuesday's inky savaging of my side, i was keen to get back into the tattoo studio and make sure i wasn't put off. this time, i let jon scar my thigh which is a lot fleshier than my bony hip. also here's a nice picture of the hummingbird which tore me apart so ruthlessly. it's called "valentine" in honour of my dad - we're both very small, hardy, adaptable and deceitfully "strong". cheers gaz, you're the best.


so it all comes down to "what the fuck are you so happy about?"

too close to pubes SORRY  xo

well for one i'm fucking chuffed that this tattoo didn't hurt half as much. don't get me wrong, there were a few moments, especially the inner thigh fiasco, where i was almost certain a bollock was going to rupture. but all in all, it was more uncomfortable than painful. sitting in my tiny pants in front of a 6 foot tall middle aged white man with dreads didn't do my confidence any good but that's another story. it's not emo hour today.

the compass looks dead on. the picture is very bloody, smeared and fuzzy because of blood, cling film and swelling but it's so pretty up close. the detail is astounding and jon did another amazing job with this one so thank you mr leonard. the compass signifies my constant search for direction - there's a lot of different paths to take but as long as i know what i want, and i take baby steps, i should be on my way to happiness. again, not emo hour so let's move on.

before i forget, let's touch on "what the fuck have you bought?"

monochrome again? because life

i only went and did it, didn't i? i did! i bought a bloody address book! paperchase is fantastic at the best of times but it's even better after being disappointed by continual charity shops and post offices. seriously, what kind of post office doesn't have a bloody address book? i feel like such a grown up now so if you like me enough to divulge your address, i will write it down in my cute ass little book and scribble something lovely for you. it's a dying art but one i'm determined to persevere with even if stamps are upwards of £7 now. cheeky bastards.

also these stickers. can we just take a moment?

the sleeping clouds though

okay, moment's over. as you were.