I want more tattoos and more piercings and I want to dye my hair crazy colors.
Not because I’m immature and reckless and a rebel, but because I like the way it looks, I like the style; it’s like art for your body.
Too bad art is only considered beautiful to society when it’s on painted on paper.
Today I was in Starbucks, sitting and reading. A little boy, probably about 5 years old and his mom walked in. I saw the little boy whisper something to his mom and she nodded and smiled at me. He walked over and said “My mommy said it would be okay if I came over and told you that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He then proceeded to hug me and walk away. So yeah, a 5 year old made my day.