if love is a labor I'll slave till the end

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I'm Taylor, I love getting poked and inked, I'm into girls, & cuddling. I love to write poetry, & talk for hours with some good company.

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The more tattoos I get the more comfortable I am in my body. Isn’t that the goal of almost every girl? To be comfortable in your body, to not be afraid to show it off, to be happy to show people our bodies?

Then why do I get judged for what I have on my body?

It’s not YOUR body, it’s MY body.

I hate getting terrible looks from the older generation because of my tattoos. Yes I’m aware you don’t like them, yes I’m aware they ARE in fact permanent, but I do not care to hear about your opinion, I don’t care to hear your disgust and negativity.

I’m beginning to absolutely love my body, what’s the crime or harm in that? Oh wait, there is none.

So stop your judging, and look the other way because I don’t have time for your judgments nor do I care about them.

Just because I have tattoos covering my body doesn’t mean I’m unsuccessful, it doesn’t mean I screwed up my life.

You’d be surprised, I have no record, no drug charges, no traffic tickets, nothing. I’m one of the sweetest girls you’ll ever meet. But since you don’t like tattoos you’d rather just give me disgusted looks. That’s fine, I could stoop to your level and look at you in disgust because you DON’T have tattoos, but ya know what? I don’t really care if you have them or not because it doesn’t matter what’s on the outside, it matters what is on the inside.

Alright, rant over.


When I was just starting high school, a girl who rode my bus invited me to stay the night at her house and when I did she got really emotional and told me no girls ever stayed over because she was a lesbian and if you don’t think that’s the saddest thing ever you need to re-evaluate your life

(via 50shadesofacceptance)