waxingblue:

I give myself tattoos with a sterilized sewing needle,
the eye shoved into the eraser of a #2 pencil,
and the tip wrapped in cotton thread to absorb the india ink,
making soggy deposits with each prick.
It takes me anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours,
Depending on the complication of the design and my level of sobriety.

I push the tip past its intended use and through the top layer of my skin.
I’m blessed with firm skin.
It doesn’t give easily, like slowly pushing a pen through the elastic of a balloon.
Attention to precision, each puncture must relay off the broken skin of the one before.
Hundreds of pinpoints start to make curves, start to make a face.
This one is intricate, the grinning face of a vampire bat.
I do the whole piece upside down, his fangs facing the onlooker rather than my drunken tired eyes, bent over my burning thigh for hours.
I’m learning the freckles and ingrown hairs almost better than the creature surfacing from beneath beads of blood and smeared pen marks.

Two years later on a wealthy man’s couch at 4am, he peels back my dress,
Runs his pink thumb over the huge ears of my art.
He says it’s ugly, the scowl of my weetzie bat.
I take his fleshy cheek into my cupped hand. His nostril is cut from my jeweled nose ring.
I smile at the petite victory, and coo gently into his empty face
“Look closer”
I guide his fat, balding head to rest inches from my decorated thigh.
I tell him to count the pinpricks until he sees the beauty in the detail.

I sadly can’t change my primary blog, but all my work that’s divided into writing and photography is now collected on 

waxingblue.me

please follow my new page if you’re already following here! 

Yo, 

i’m starting a new website that will be more concise for writing and photography, organized better, etc etc.

If you like my work please follow my new baby ! 

Its still very much in the works, I’m adding slowly but surely

xo

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Je savais pas qu’elle avait deux arcs des cupidon entre ses joues.

Quand j’ai l'embrasse dans l’arriere de la voiture d’une etranger, je pensais seulement de la distance entre nos cervelets boirees qui sont disparus.

Avec une touche du main a piel, du main a la jambe, on a goute les derniers boissons sur nos levres.

Je regardais son bouche au dessus d’elle. Si j’ai pas eu le quatrieme whiskey, je pourrias dire comment peintre des levres d’une femme. Je pourrais dire que ses levres avaient la forme pour une artiste comme des bon bons avaient une appel pour les enfants.

Jayme sees Folsom

At home 

with Linn and Boris

Colorful sludge canals

Lotti

Meeri 

Soho Arts District, Malaga

Preparing to scare Jason. Prideful Charlotte. 

The walk home

La Malagueta

Caminito del Rey 

harrassing bird moms on the Castillo