Tattoos are permanent. This is not a secret. It is printed on the consent form, mentioned by the artist, discussed by every person who has ever gotten one and every person who has ever watched someone get one. Permanent. Forever. On your body. Until you die or pay significantly more to have it removed, which is more painful than getting it in the first place and also doesn’t always work.
And yet. Every single day, people walk into tattoo shops running entirely on a feeling. Not a plan, a feeling. A vibe. A version of themselves they’re absolutely certain they’ll be forever. The decision arrives with complete conviction, the kind of clarity that only shows up at specific hours and under specific emotional conditions, and in that moment it feels less like an impulse and more like a calling. This is who I am. This is what I need on my body. This is the image or the word or the sentence that represents me so completely that I want it there always.
Author: Kayitsi.com
