free as a bird.
"They used to say I was like a cat, loving no one, only purring to get what I wanted.
But thats not true. I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms."



My room is full of potted plants,
wrinkled maps & piled books.

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21:19 I don’t think I’ve posted a photo of it fully healed. so, there you are.
22:40 :)
09:58 David Hale I am blown away by this man’s work. If only I could get to Georgia. 
22:00 I think my absolute favorite thing about this tattoo is the way it moves with my back.  It is perfect.  (I know, I know. I’ll get a details photo soon…promise)
13:35 As a going away present to myself (for when I move to CA), I think I am going to finally get my first tattoo. I am leaning towards the gray scale?  I was originally going to start a sleeve with this, but I have other plans. I have been drawn to Orcas ever since I was a child. Free Willy was my favorite movie; I used to tell my Mother that I would free all the whales one day. I never wanted a realistic depiction of an orca because that is not the way I visualize them in my heart. I bought this print in the British Columbia from an artist named Danny Dennis after I saw an Orca in the wild for the first time. I will never ever forget that moment. Placing the tattoo on my ribcage reflects something I wrote once: I like to manipulate my clavicles sometimes. Roll my shoulders forward to create a deep divet, one I can push my fingers into. A bowl made of flesh, a shelf built from bone. The human body is the most valuable instrument I will ever own. Have you ever wondered what you looked like beneath your skin? Every one knows about muscles and organs and nerves, but what really lives inside you? The ocean was born in my belly. My chest rises and falls in rhythm with the swells. Cetaceans swim around my thighs and the fish through my knees. Plants anchored and entwined around the bottoms of my feet. Over my heart lies the moon, brilliantly glowing out through the tips of my fingers. The master of waves. It’s silver reflection can be seen in my dreamy eyes. The clouds rest on my shoulders, my head is filled with stars. A black galaxy swirls inside my brain, blazing with meteors and uninhabited planets. My body harbors a private ecosystem, marine in nature and whimsical in spirit. If press your ear against my skin, I am sure you could hear the song of a distant whale vibrating through the barrel of my chest.