i love it even if it is tiny
And ignore my weird back and random sharpie shit and i promise i’m wearing a shirt
I think the strangest part is that I’m happy to be apart from my boyfriend. A part of me still loves him but i know that it once again became a toxic relationship. Him hating my tattoo and me leaving for school where just the sparks that set it off. Also once i came here out of my small town and found people who loved and understood me without even knowing me was surreal. I’m so much happier here and really didn’t need to cling on to someone who hurt me so much.
I didn’t appreciate being attacked out of no where. But I have no apologies for smoking or having tattoos or piercings or having passion for my art. I am who i am, my faults and all. Really i just hope we can both be happy