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I'd always joked around that my tattoos were part of my therapy. What helps me deal with life. Everyone of them has some sort of story, some sort of meaning behind it, whether easy or difficult to articulate, it's there. Turns out, I was never far off.

I'm on leave for a few days. Recent events have left me on the edge of sanity and it came to the point where I either needed some days off to get my head back on straight or I was gonna be heading down a road I haven't seen in years. And I tell ya what, I'm not in the mood to talk to a psych again.

So, for a while now, I've wanted ink on my hips. A pretty lady-friend of mine has wonderful ink across her stomach and I wanted something similar, only with ravens on my hips as well. That is, until I was in the car one night, blaring some Manson and the lyrics screamed so loud & perfect in my head that I nearly pulled over to catch my breath.

"I'll be your lover, I'll be forever"

And suddenly, I was sold. I still wanted a raven. When Justin left me, I was sure I lost a part of my soul. If nothing else, being with Anthony has proven to me that I did, in fact, get my soul back, but I also got back my ability to love. Ever seen the Crow? Where it talks about crows being carriers of souls? Exactly.


Ink therapy at it's finest.

Now, my other hip, I've decided, is going to wait. When/if I decide to get married, I'm going to mirror that, make it a doveinstead of a raven and finish off the lyrics. After the fucking bangup job Doc did on my right hip, I'm dying to have him do my left as well. Fucking amazing.

Between that and my new submerssion back into my old religion, I've felt a huge weightoff my shoulders. These next few days are going to be really good for me I think. Relaxing, getting shit done, putting my ducks in their little rows. Anyone who wants to is more than welcomed to support. Always appreciated.

I think I'm gonna go wach Happy Feet.