Hey everyone! I'm still alive lol, I've been really focusing on tattooing all this time. I've been trying to figure out my style and all that fun stuff. I worked my first tattoo convention last week, it was a ton of fun and I can't wait to do more next year.
But anyway, I also wanted to let you guys know that I'm trying to get back into writing and the Clexa fandom, I miss it a lot! But anywho thanks for reading my update!
Check out my etsy! I'm selling prints and Tarot readings. I'm slowly turning it into an apothecary so I'll be selling lip balms, body spray, soap and Tattoo balm soon!
You know... I've come to realize that being wealthy and having a lot of friends isn't as impressive as people seem to think it is. What's impressive is the people who are STRUGGLING and still find a way to make it through the day. People living pay check to pay check, people trudging through their mental/physical illnesses. it's a daily struggle I know all too well. If someone hasn't said this to you yet just know that:
I see you. I'm proud of you. Keep up the hard work. We'll be there someday.
Hey guys, just made an edit for the fanfic I’m working on, hope you enjoy!
"War. War never changes.
Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.
In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die.
Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves."