Does Anyone Else in the World Have This Tattoo?

I've been thinking a lot about tattoos recently.
When you get a tattoo, if you didn't draw it up yourself, you have to ask yourself "How many other people in the world have a tattoo very similar if not identical to the one I am about to get?"

It's an important question.
You don't want to be the shmuck that puts everything on your body because you just want to be "original" when you've got the same tattoos as 100 other people out there.
I feel as though all of my tattoos are pretty damn person (minus my Zim one), but they all mean something to me.

I've decided to get on the google search engine and see what I can find fairly similar to my tattoos. I may post a few things that I wish I would've done to my tattoos now, too. I hope you enjoy!

This is almost identical to the leaves on my side, except it does not have the blue wind that mine does. This photo also really makes me want to add something colorful to my chest piece, although that is something I've been considering doing for awhile now.


I have these words tattooed on me, but they are on the back of my legs and in a much simpler font.
"What was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane"


This is my exact zim tattoo, but not my arm.


and I have anchors on my feet, just as this girl does.


I also have a bee tattoo, not much like any of the ones I found on google.
Mine is simple, as if a young child drew it.
That is the way I drew it before I went into the tattoo shop and I love it.




As for the other 5 of my tattoos.
Nothing even closely similar could be found on google.


That gives me faith.
I don't want to be covered with the same things everyone else is.
My tattoos are a part of me because they represent memories, points in my life, stories.
I love each and every one of them.
However, my stories are always going to be different from the next persons, so there is no reason we should have the same tattoo.

What Goes Up...

All of you, as my readers, hopefully understand how much this blog means to be.
I'm not positive if you've learned my love of anchors.

In any case, I found this photo online today and I've decided I need this.

This is absolutely, wonderfully perfect.

"What goes up...must come down"

The beginning photo on my blog has always been hot air balloons.
I've wanted another anchor tattoo that isn't just an anchor.
Plus, I was just talking to Dani today about how I wanted something tattooed in this very spot, but it was going to have to take a lot of thinking about.


I may change up the colors a bit, or I may not.
This is beautiful and I really want it.


Also, I found this recently and may consider putting it on the other thigh. I'm trying to stray away from so much text on my body because I know that sort of thing ages worse than anything else because it can easily become unreadable with saggy skin. Then it holds no meaning at all. Pictures always last, even if they are a bit distorted.




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Carpe Diem.

You've been gone three weeks now. Three weeks! That's not a happy exclamation, not in the slightest. It's been three weeks since you were taken. It's been six weeks since our baby was taken as well. In 9 days, It will be a whole month since you last slept in bed with me. It's 16 months and 3 days since you decided to take that leap of faith and give me a chance.

I was wondering about that last night...
I was wondering what let you finally kiss me.
Was it just the thought of "Why not? What the hell do I have to lose?"
I bet it was, but I don't mind.
If I could've seen us now...I would've thought I was surely seeing wrong.

 The day after we first kissed.

Carpe Diem.

That's what they say: "sieze the day." You know, like the Avenged Sevenfold song: "Sieze the day or die regretting the time you lost." I'm considering getting this tattoo directly under my Bee tattoo. I've thought about getting a Carpe Diem tattoo several times, but it seemed to overdone. Now that things are kind of happening without giving me time to first appreciate what I've gone (Alanis Morissette: "I have no concept of time other than it is flying"). Carpe Diem. I should've enjoyed my days more when I was pregnant. I thought I'd have plenty of time to enjoy it considering I figured I'd be in the state for 9 months. Whenever I knew what was happening, I knew I hadn't appreciated it enough and I was going to lose it before I even got the chance to. I remember seeing that strong little heartbeat on my first ultrasound, I could not have fallen anymore in love at that point.

I'm also considering placing it below my bee tattoo for 2 reasons. 1. They made it a little too high, so i'd like something under it. 2. See previous Blog: "Bee--It's not me" Although the Bee doesn't really define me as a person anymore, it's part of me what I hold dear and the memories of my schoolyears that I cherish.

I rarely took for granted my time with Charles. He liked staying up late and I liked waking up early. When I worked, we worked different schedules. When I didn't work, he was too busy working all the time trying to keep us afloat. I always wanted to see him because I was never able to get enough of him.