"...What's in a name? that which we call a rose- Juliet Capulet, being her daft self
By any other name would smell as sweet
..."
Not meaning to be so poetic, but the phrase just popped up in my head. So ironic for my situation right now. I claim to be head over heals in tumbled emotions with someone because of his name. But which came first, the egg or the chicken? I get deeply attracted to specific guys and they end up having the same first letters on their names and month of birth. Must be in my horror-scope.
Anyway, I was contemplating on putting a permanent mark on it. But just merely contemplating. These kinds of things need thorough thinking. If I were to put a permanent mark on my skin, might as well make the most out of it. Right now, I still have no design in mind. When inspiration strucks, I wish I were that lucky.
Henna tattoo courtesy of Jigs (one of those imminent amazing climbers, or already apparently so) from PUTS.
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