Hanoi, Summer 2018
The man behind all of my tattoos
The man who made my feelings permanently inked onto my body
The man who helped me break all the rules I used to force on myself
The man who made my feelings permanently inked onto my body
The man who helped me break all the rules I used to force on myself
The man whose studio was when I had my very first septum piercing when I was only seventeen
Thanks for making my summer way more memorable than I could ever imagine!
Thanks for making my summer way more memorable than I could ever imagine!
// M E N T H O L . F R E E . 19 //
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The majority of my friends’ parents going harsh on the kids
My parents been the opposite
Especially after they found out the scars on my arms were far from cats scratches
They always trust me way too much
‘Cause I started leaving home for (no) specific (valid) reasons since the beginning of high school
‘Cause I’m fully aware of long term fatal effects those devils could do to one’s life
‘Cause my Dad could tell why his Marl packs kept disappearing
When I came back home with full on Menthol pastel breath
‘Cause my Mum could sniff some “herbish” smell outta me
‘Cause they know I would never do (hard) drugs
They trusted me way too much
Even with my septum at age of seventeen
and my first tattoo a week before I took off
Things I’ve done, words I’ve blurted out
might leave a stain on the family reputation if people find out
But such “Barbie House” camouflage is nowhere to be found anymore
So trust is the only thing left behind
They trusted me too much
They have always been and they will always do
