My bell jar, my morning in the burned house.
The bird and the key were waiting for this. Now I’ve completed my story. I don’t expect anyone to understand. The viability of loss. The need to lose things. I am building myself by letting things go.
And cheers if you got the Margaret Atwood reference. :)
(Submitted by Pilar Pedrosa Pilar.) (Vía fuckyeahtattoos)
(Vía calvoconbarba:”Mooolaaa !!! Qué guapo !!”fuckyeahtattoos)
This was done for me by Pete @ Tattoo Carnival in Cleveleys, Blackpool, Uk.
..and also don’t hurt me (
I can look agresive but it’s just a costume)
[Push for Spotify: Dinosaur Jr. – We’re Not Alone] (Vía freakonomicon:porco voador)