Slowly chipping away at the leg #tattoo re-work..
“He remembered the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body.. and the look on her face as she slit the old man’s throat. You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.”
I’ve got 99 problems and 86 of them are completely made up scenarios in my head that I’m stressing about for absolutely no logical reason.







