Tattoos were self-expression at its rawest and most permanent form. They weren’t for one set of people or another.

“Then she smiled, recognizing me, like it realy hit her, and I never thought she…”

“Who is good and who is bad? Life isn’t black and white, Javier. You and I, we’r…”

“I want to be with you. Not just as a partner, not just as a friend. I want us t…”

“He cupped my face in his hands and my eyes closed at his touch. “My Ellie. My b…”