fearlessly flawed

to the nights we cant remember, to the places we want to go and all that's in between
fuckyeahtattoos:

This line comes from a poem written by Denis McMahon. He encouraged me to pursue writing & for that I am forever grateful. But most importantly his poems inspire me and leave me feeling like I am floating. This one in particular captured an attitude to life that I so strongly identify with.
“my sugargirl angeldances on the beach in winterhiking her skirtat the air she whisperstake me you beautiful paddlepopbefore the moon melts” 
Wearing this line on my arm helps me to find that feeling each time I look at it. It reminds me to be free, excited & romantic. It also reminds me that we have only one life & will spend a long time dead; it reminds me that life is now.
The lettering is from my typewriter. I typed it out & then enlarged it. My typewriter was a gift from a dear friend of mine who also inspires me continually. And I use this typewriter always when I am writing, or when I am creating copies of my favourite poems or quotes. Some of my fondest moments of inspiration are associated with that typewriter. It was my best friend who suggested that I use that font so it also makes me think of her.
I adore this tattoo. It was done by Unique Tattoos in Subiaco, Western Australia. They are absolutely amazing! Their work is flawless. Unfortunately I’m not sure of my tattooist’s name but I think it was Lauren. Look how perfect the lettering is! It looks even better now that’s healed. This photo is from the day I had it done. It was my first tattoo.

fuckyeahtattoos:

This line comes from a poem written by Denis McMahon. He encouraged me to pursue writing & for that I am forever grateful. But most importantly his poems inspire me and leave me feeling like I am floating. This one in particular captured an attitude to life that I so strongly identify with.

“my sugargirl angel
dances on the beach in winter

hiking her skirt
at the air she whispers

take me you beautiful paddlepop
before the moon melts” 

Wearing this line on my arm helps me to find that feeling each time I look at it. It reminds me to be free, excited & romantic. It also reminds me that we have only one life & will spend a long time dead; it reminds me that life is now.

The lettering is from my typewriter. I typed it out & then enlarged it. My typewriter was a gift from a dear friend of mine who also inspires me continually. And I use this typewriter always when I am writing, or when I am creating copies of my favourite poems or quotes. Some of my fondest moments of inspiration are associated with that typewriter. It was my best friend who suggested that I use that font so it also makes me think of her.

I adore this tattoo. It was done by Unique Tattoos in Subiaco, Western Australia. They are absolutely amazing! Their work is flawless. Unfortunately I’m not sure of my tattooist’s name but I think it was Lauren. Look how perfect the lettering is! It looks even better now that’s healed. This photo is from the day I had it done. It was my first tattoo.

8 hour trip on our playground

Taste it on the tip of your tongue

Sugary sweet liquid runs

Feel it when I speak now

Words are rushing on the playground

Broken toys and burned cigarettes, sexed up fiends

No narcotics left

Tip toe past my place now

Hide and go seek is it a race now

Lost our clothes, lost our voice left it behind in the playground

Childish games let’s give it a spin

Let’s get dirty in our playground

We can go all night time aint stopping our fun now

8 hours till count down

Who knows who we’ll catch out?

Disco aint our soundtrack when your hands are ripping through her lace now

Feeling her skin on your hands hard don’t let it get misinterpreted, in the playground

Nothings what it seems here, nothing last a life time dear

It’s just an 8 hour trip boy don’t confuses this for a date, now

You’re just the newest toy in her playground

Lost our clothes, lost our voice left it behind in the playground

Childish games let’s give it a spin

Let’s get dirty in our playground

Tick tock don’t stop

We’re just here to get lost now

I thought you understood the rules, son

When you entered the trip of the playground