I've always wanted a tattoo. I don't know why. I've talked about it since I was in secondary school. It's something I never really stopped talking about. My mom has this rule that as long as I am living under her roof, I am not allowed to have any thing permanent on my body. She went ballistic for an entire month when I got my navel pierced. I respect her rules so I never tried anything again.
This is the kind of tattoo I've always wanted. I want it on the underside of my arms in calligraphy, of the name of a person very special to me.
This, is what I'd do, the first thing I've my own flat.
1 comments:
If you (really really) want a tattoo go get one. Your parent can't control what you want to do to your own body; the fact that you're living with her is irrelevant.
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