There's this poem by e.e. cummings that I absolutely have loved forever.
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"may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile"
Beautiful, right? So I think I want the first 2 lines of the poem written on my inner forearm with a few little flying birds. I just can't decide if I want it written in my handwriting or if I want it to like as though it was typed.
I'm getting a little more daring with placement of my tattoos because every day it becomes more and more clear that I am not looking for a conventional career that will frown upon visible tattoos.
Now I just need to make an appointment... only 27 more days until my 29th birthday.... yikes!
Day 59 - A picture of a random item that you own.
Doesn't get more random than a Home Grown Lemon Goat....

