*class assignment with the prompt to write two pages on love"What once was hurt, what once was friction, What left a mark no longer stainsBecause Grace makes beauty out of ugly things."- U2, "Grace"Love is patient. So I wait my turn, looking over the stars and skulls that cover the walls. One of the skulls… Continue reading What Left a Mark
I've been wearing the Greek word for grace on my forearm for 2 months now. I write it with a black ink pen, retracing it almost daily so that it doesn't wash away. For now I'm content, but it may become a tattoo before too long. The picture here is a bit blurry, but you… Continue reading On Grandmas and "Tattoo People"