It really surprises me how some people know I exist, I didn’t know they do. How do they find a way to contact me, am I that important to put that big effort to find a way?
It was also unusual hearing my mum that she’d allow me to do a tattoo. It made me think about what would I tattoo and I got to the idea where I want to share my tattoo with somebody else. So half of the tattoo is on his skin and half on mine.
I’m going tomorrow to the sea and something ties me to stay here and I still haven’t found out what so I’m leaving. Au revoir, bisous!