Yeaaaahh. Saol amháin on the left wrist, mair é on the right. Basically YOLO in Irish (aka Irish Gaelic). “One life, Live it.”
Got it after going through a solid year of hell, after getting into a massive car wreck 1100 miles from home, getting really fucked-up in the head, having an extremely messed-up summer, and a semester of school where there were days I could hardly get out of bed.
Finally started to get out of that shitty state of being, but would fall back into it every time I didn’t have active commitments that people were holding me to - I drove Bennett to his student teaching assignment (2 hours there and back every morning) but couldn’t bring myself to do more than that at some points.
So I had to remind myself that this life was all I had - there was nothing more, and I had to make the most of it. This life may suck, but I can make it better. Shit will always drag me down, but if I do nothing, I mean nothing. I want to be something after I’m gone.
And, because of course, 18 months later “YOLO” became a *thing*. Fuck whoever made that start.
Of course, I have my brother’s Raven on my left wrist, now, too. I’m going to be getting my triskele and shamrocks touched up (and made less meh) too, and getting a primrose on my right wrist sooner rather than later.
Also in searching for this pic I realized I had a surprising proportion of naked people on my personal blog’s “tattoo” tag.
but why life?
but, why life?
Got a message wondering where I was. Kinda surprised given that it’s only been about 2 days of lazy inactivity, but there ya go. Anyway, I’m at my parents’ house right now, and it’s a 4-hour drive to get here…I’m goin’ back up north today, so don’t expect much until tonight.
And thanks anon, kinda weird having someone wonder if I’m alright after such a short time, but I appreciate it nonetheless ;D
In the meantime, have some Black Death humor, courtesy of Natalie Dee: