26 April 2012
s got a tattoo for his 31st. it's a lyric. he had me write it out.
he and his tattoo artist are officially the only people who have ever liked- much less been able to read- the trainwreck that is my penmanship.
he sends me pictures and texts all day. that night, when i call to ask if he loves it, he says, yes. but i only just realized... this tattoo is the biggest commitment i've ever made to another person. we can now never not be friends.
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