Third Tattoo
The story behind this tattoo goes as followed;
First off I adore Mumford and Sons, but all that really has to do with is finding those lyrics.
Anyway, so a few years ago I planted a bleeding hearts bush outside my house. It’s my favourite flower because it’s so strange looking, yet beautiful. Well, the first year that I had the bush my mother accidentally ran it over with the lawn mower because it was so tiny. I was so mad because I didn’t think it would grow back and it was one of the first purchases I made after getting a job and it was special to me. Well, next spring, the damn thing grew back. It however, remains super small. Every year, do to this, my mother has no choice but to run it over. Every year it grows back. Even this year when my parents put a bale of hay on it for like 6 months. Come spring time, it was back.
Clearly this bush was planted with good seeds. Even though it remains small, it’s impact is huge. This parallels my view of hope.
So yeah, that’s the story on this one! Enjoy!
Lots of villages in the UK have turned red telephone boxes into mini libraries, just take a book and leave one behind.
(Source: gntstyle)
I know what is and what isn’t inside of me. I know my capacities. I know where I lack and where I flourish. Stop trying to show me ‘how I am’ or ‘how I was’. I was always this way, good or bad. I just stopped lying to myself. It scares you how comfortable I am with it. Don’t you see I have to be? If you aren’t comfortable with how you are it breeds self loathing. You should know that first hand.
Sorry.
If I could actually be sorry in an unselfish manner.
It is what it is.
I’m still a good person.
I’m still your little girl.
I still love, I still care, I still need, I still smile.
Just a little differently than most.
I’m happy.
And no one ‘made me this way’.
So stop feeling guilty and see that one day I’ll use this personality to do great things for the world.
I’ll make you proud.
Like always.
Guys. Guys, I have to make a confession. I HAVE THE WEIRDEST THING FOR CHRISTOPH WALTZ. WHAT THE HELL. He’s so old, yet still so lovely! I mean, I kind of have a thing for a lot of older actors…It’s fine. I’m not ashamed of my person-hood.
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