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i used to really want a tattoo, and i used to want it to of be flying birds on the back of my neck. my mother always said she would kill me if i got one, and after she almost attacked me after getting my eyebrow pierced, i almost believed her. but those days of rebellion are long gone. the truth is i could never deal with the pain, and i change my mind about every two minutes. how would i ever be able to decide on a design that would live on my body forever? but i bet i would have looked pretty cool to my future grandkids! my grandma had tattoos you know, but she was the crazy grandma who had an affinity for lawn ornaments, wigs, and stuffed animals. she must've been pretty tough back in the day.
(we also made a t-shirt here)
(image via we heart it)
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