I wish I had friends. I wish I had someone in my life that wants to comforted me when I’m upset like this. I wish I had someone that made me feel safe and wanted when I’m like this but I don’t. I have no one. I thought I did but I don’t.
“I love tattooed women, maybe because they are uncontrollable, they are themselves to the point of drawing symbols of their power on their skin. Talk about owning your own body, being in your body, claiming yourself. I love it. When the world is in an uproar over whether women should have a choice or not when it comes to their own bodies, being tattooed is one of the most visible choices of all.”—Margaret Cho (via which-witch)