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today is a day that shall live in infamy...
tattoo day. finally.
"drowned in sound" forever on my wrists. you only live once, might as well enjoy it.
beck and i have been having some sweet beffy days lately.
that is all.
tattoo day. finally.
"drowned in sound" forever on my wrists. you only live once, might as well enjoy it.
beck and i have been having some sweet beffy days lately.
that is all.
pain wasn't too bad, probably an 7 or an 8. i think i was mentally prepared for the absolute worst [i told him i was going to cry, he was like "nah you won't, even if you do, i have tissues] so when he actually got to it, it wasn't so bad. it was about a 7 throughout most of the tattoo, except when he was doing the first "d" on drowned [it was close to the bone and it hurt like balls], the "in" and when he was filling the letters in. i don't think it helped that i was staring at the needle going in and out of my skin either.
you really forget out the pain for most of it, because once the initial shock is over, the feeling is just irritating. you want to just swat it away and be like "FUCK OFFFFF." beck asked me what it felt like and i was like "it feels like how it sounds." that's really the best way to describe it. the real pain is after, when its all said and done. makes you want to jump off a bridge.
so yeah, its painful, but you honestly forget about it. i can see how my brother has sat through 16+ hours for his leg tattoo and still going for another 150ish more hours of work.
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