If the girl I married wanted to get a #wfymtrl tattoo on her ass, I would fully encourage it.
Fuck I’d gift it to her.
The Universe is forcing my hand. Thank goodness.
I absolutely hate all of my tattoos immediately after the sessions.
It’s funny because she’ll always finish up and then ask me, “so what do you think?!”
My reply is always upbeat and positive. Truthfully though, I’m never impressed.
Exactly one week from when the piece has peeled, scabbed over, and made it hard for me to go anywhere without lotion in hand, is when I finally start to like it.
Those seven days give me the perspective I need in order to seriously consider my new art. And to really appreciate the experience of being tattoo’d.
Time is on our side.