I recently got two new tattoos of a bunny rabbit on my right index finger and my brother's nickname on my left wrist. Ok, yeah, they're bootleg. One guy told me I was thrifty in the fact that everything I own isn't more than ten bucks. Including my tattoos. We had a little giggle over it. To any normal person, my wrist tattoo is less than desirable. I fucking love it. It's childlike and well, bubbly.
These pictures are shit, you can't see the turquoise on it at all. Eventually I'm going to finish it, by adding lighting effects to make it look like actual bubbles. For now, I'm down with just the outline.
These pictures are shit, you can't see the turquoise on it at all. Eventually I'm going to finish it, by adding lighting effects to make it look like actual bubbles. For now, I'm down with just the outline.
Getting a tattoo on your wrist fucking hurts.
The bunny is by far my favorite. Don't ask me why I got either of them. I'm not the kind of person to have some deep, heart wrenching story, or life lesson behind it all.
My name is Cupcake. I'm addicted to cute and I love my brother.
My ass is simple. The way to my heart is anything pink and sweet (no sprinkles fuck that shit), and a fluffy puppy.
My ass is simple. The way to my heart is anything pink and sweet (no sprinkles fuck that shit), and a fluffy puppy.
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