
I grew up believing that you’d go to Hell if you got a tattoo. Today, not only do I refute that declaration, but I want a tattoo, myself. And plan to get it.

I grew up believing that you’d go to Hell if you got a tattoo. Today, not only do I refute that declaration, but I want a tattoo, myself. And plan to get it.

Do you ever get the feeling that you’ve missed something? That it’s slipping through the cracks to the realm of the forgotten? The abyss of nothingness? And the worst part: you can’t even pinpoint what it is—a Remembrall won’t help here. That feeling is frustrating to no end and sends my anxiety into hyperdrive.