It's my sick obsession, I hate the waiting.
But I love the tension, it's so frustrating.
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Burning Man was a portal into this mystical pocket of reality. Wandering around this beautiful vast land where brilliant humans come together to express the purest forms of themselves. Being human is sucha gift, and I'm grateful for this life I was given. @burningman
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Dealing with #postbreakup paralysis & #depression at the moment, so if any LA friends have time in the coming days/months/whatever, I need you. I don’t need the shittalking or the slander—G’s a great guy and I love him a lot. I’m hurting a little too much to retype everything I had to say about the matter (from the post IG deleted), so I’ll just say, I’m not mad, G gave everything he could, was present as much as he could be...and I appreciate that more than I could ever put into words.
Truthfully, I always knew this relationship wasn’t long for the world. I’d been writing an article about G that began with a Robin Bougie quote: “We get to know these performers [...] on a rudimentary level, but it’s more than enough to fall in love with them and the characters that they played. [...] Those certain lines of dialogue, a smile that reminds you of your high school love, a naked body that seems to play to all of your personal fetishes [...] all of it acting like Cupid, making you crush hard on your favorite actors [...] Then you gotta know more. [...] But what you’re falling in love with is a ghost. Someone who is gone, even if they are still alive and talking to you right there in person. [...T]he only thing left [...] that is still clear and tangible is what you fell in #love with in the first place: that celluloid footprint in the sand. Everything else is ethereal and distorted by time. [...] There is something so sad and yet beautiful about that. Unrequited love is #romantic and #pathetic all at once. Ghosts can’t love you back but you adore what they represent all the same.”
Prophetic, right? The relationship was dead before it began. Maybe I should’ve just stayed a fan. Maybe I crossed a line I shouldn’t have. If I hurt him and his work, I regret my actions. And I apologize.
I’m trying to stay level about this, but I’m falling apart and incredibly exhausted right now, though, so... I think I’ll be offline for a while. If you’re in Hollywood and can provide a lap for me to sob into, you know where to find me.