Oh, ink! Two things come to mind when I think about the word “ink,” both of which are something I am obsessed with; writing and tattoos.
Writing has been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. I started writing when I was six, and it hasn’t stopped since then. Back then I wrote about mindless, unimportant things - my cat, the life my barbies lived - and the only thing that has changed since then is the subject of my writings and the technique in which I write them. From my poems to my short stories and books, they have shaped my life and led me to where I am today. I want to write books and see them in stores and on best sellers lists, and I want to teach the youth of today the magic of literature. All of this stems from my childhood love of putting ink to paper.
The second is my most recent love and obsession. When I got my first tattoo back in May, it was an instant addiction. The smell of the ink, the sound of the gun, the feel of the needles on my skin, and the beautiful art work it produces. I may only have one, but I have many plans for many more that I will have. Each on has meaning, even if only to me. There is magic in having memories and special meanings forever branded on my skin. I won’t be one of those people who have mindless tattoos from head to toe, even though with the amount that I want it may seem like that, but I will be proud of every bit of ink I will have on my body, and I will display it as such.
Here is a picture of my currently one and only tattoo. The first of soon to be many <3