...the.bleeding.heart...

really dying for a new tattoo... already know that I'm getting the quote that is what get's me through each and every day when I feel my bleeding heart, and the hole I have from April 30, 2007
"bleed my heart... feed my art"
which I'll get my second tattoo for my mom on that date... in typewriter font.... but really am thinking an amazing vintage/antique skeleton key on my ribcage filled with filigree and maybe some hidden words, initials, something inside of it... (ya- that's going to be fucking PAINFUL for me because the ribcage is ALWAYS painful- and hi- my ribs you could play a xylophone on!!! and apparently going to be such a pain the ass for my tattoo artist because the more "rigid" the surface, (i.e. bony bitches!!) makes it more difficult for them! It's pain in the name of art... shit, you think it's comfy to walk in 6" sky high Giuseppe Zannotti's last night IN THE RAIN, in sheer little thigh highs- a strapless little black tank just covering the top half and passing the "bend over" test! and an amazing black lace/crochet fringed
"poncho" (just falls off the shoulder and it's all open and fabulous!) Well ask my amazing wingman last night Mr. Johnny Dzback, I was shivering to death!!! and held my vintage Halston mother of pearl clutch and explained to my friend Eric Zuley- "fashion over function- always darling!!!" so pain in the name of art? shit- that's called being a true artist!! Be art!
xo
*bella*

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