okay story time because a lot of you asked how i became a tattoo artist ✧

when i was little, at home we literally had zero pencils or paper - parents said “drawing won’t feed you”. so every day after school i stayed late in the classroom, using whatever was left on the desks🙈 in university it was the same: i’d sit there till the cleaning lady kicked me out, drawing on napkins, on my notebooks, on my own arms lol.

✧ finally i said fuck it and went to design school. now i wake up every morning excited to pick up the machine and turn someone’s skin into living art.

it’s not just a job - it’s the thing that saved the little girl who wasn’t allowed to draw. and yeah.. sometimes i still doodle on myself before a spicy shoot 😉

love you for reading this far 🖤