I Heart Mother.

So I finally got my Mother’s Day present, two months late, paid for myself. I am now the proud owner of tattoo number two within 2 weeks – Beatrix’s birth date on my wrist in a fashion I designed myself; the Roman number for five, a tally of five lines, and finally, the plain old number five itself. This sits nicely aside my still healing Tank Girl tattoo, and I must say the entire package looks not as hardcore and terrifying as I had envisioned, but rather very minimal and simplistic, and I couldn’t imagine my limbs without them.

Check flickr.com/photos/beatrix_honey/ for more. Everybody’s right. This shit is addictive.