remember that time when I decided to cement my love for the mountain goats and all they’ve given me by inking his lyrics into my skin? the tattoo traces the major veins of my forearm (places where I used to stick needles every day). this tattoo is a reminder that no matter what, no matter how hard it gets, I’m not going to give up. as unlikely as it seems, I can put faith in the idea that next year things can be better. next year, I’ll be okay. Next year, there will be peace. next year I won’t hate myself. next year I won’t want to die. Next year I won’t spend six months in bed. next year I won’t obsess over the past. next year, I’ll fall in love.
next year, things will be better.
I am going to make it through this year, if it kills me.
Tattoos with a story are beautiful. I wish you the best of luck with your year. That song is the soundtrack to my year, every year.
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