n a s c e n c e.
(the uterine blossom)
tattoos
9:17 p.m. on 2003-12-04
And I wish I could tattoo every thing you’ve ever said to me all over my body. And I wish you could have seen me smile when you couldn’t look at me while asking where to meet.
I don’t think this is possible. It would be the anticlimax, because it is too obvious. It is too much exactly what I want, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.