I thought it was about time to make another ootd
(◕ᴗ◕). This one is from yesterday when I finally had the time to paint my face in a more creative way
(I think you can guess that it’s really Yolandi Visser inspired
Nose tucked under tail,
you are a warm, furred planet
centered in my bed.
All night I orbit, tangle-limbed,
in the slim space
allotted to me.
If I accidentally
bump you from sleep,
you shift, groan,
drape your chin on my hip.
O, that languid, movie-star drape!
I can never resist it.
Digging my fingers into your fur,
How do you dream?
What do you adore?
Why should your black silk ears
feel like happiness?
This is how it is with love.
it steps in gently,
and takes up as much space
as you will give it.
Summary: Phil is a tattoo artist while Dan is a florist, but can they really be all that different?
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Crying and screaming was all that Phil heard. He knew that this must have hurt the poor girl but was actually screaming at the top of her lungs necessary? Being a tattoo artist had it’s perks, but it also had it’s downsides, this would be one of them. A girl had come in by herself and wanted a fawn drawn on her thigh, she immediately started sobbing as soon as the needle hit her skin. The sobbing advanced into screaming so it must have sounded like someone was getting brutally murdered in the tattoo parlor. Phil wanted to tell her to stop crying but he didn’t want to be rude so he bit his tongue and continued finishing the damn fawn tattoo.