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

“I once told you to leave and not to love me,” he cried out, muffled. “I’m takin…”

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

“So you're okay with me being your boyfriend? I'll treat you real nice. We can g…”

“I could never forget your voice. You sound like an angel who’s gotten her wings…”