I know that I've been a terrible blogger lately. So sue me! I've been busy trying to get an Americorps job and finding an apartment.

I got this tattoo at the beginning of the month when my dearest friend Katie came to visit with Maxine and their new puppies whilst driving across country. Katie and I had been scheming this tattoo since early May.


The door is a connection. The doors of perception. The door of my closet sophomore year.
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