wake up.

It starts with something in the air. There is no chill, but you feel it in your bones. At first you go about your life, shrugging off that naggy feeling as one of those days. Then the screaming starts, first they are sporadic, you barely even notice.

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The truth about tattoos

by YH Photography

I have loved tattoos since I was 13. I knew that one day I was going to get one, but my family opposed so strongly and I was too afraid of the consequences for a little self expression so I hid my tattoos from my family until they found out. I can’t even remember how they realised. But they did. They still make occasional comments and get into debates about the implications of tattoos so here’s a blog post to end all discussion.

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