I have found something amazing

so we all know that chenille has a tattoo on her ankle

Well i found some other tattoo

But its on satin

So they both have tattoos

i don’t know if somebody found this, But i just wanted to show it off

Oh damn, the French Shiny is so cool!

On, Tamatoa did not have as much charm
He was only a sad little crab
Today I can finally dry my tears
Now they call me the artist

It is your grandmother who says: “Only listen to your heart”
“Follow your little inner voice”
But sorry, the truth holds in three words
All liars!

It’s much better to shine
Like the treasure of an abandoned pirate
Thoroughly rub up to see it shine
Glitter like a pearl necklace

Wait! They are there !
And they turn turn turn
Seeking all that is brilliant - It’s heartbreaking .. Oh!
They come to me, me, me
Because I’m sparkling - Hmm, appetizing …
I love seafood (sea)
Even a bit bitter (bittersweet)

Here, you, Maui can no longer stand his appearance
The poor half-mini-god!
Aie! Another awful performance, no luck
Eh yes ! We’ve known you nicer old …

It is true that you served me as a model
I loved all your tattoos
I am like you a timeless work of art
I have no age

I’m proud to be bling-bling!
Like a diamond in the middle of the ocean
Admire the one who does bling-bling!
I am an invincible giant, scary and resistant

Your fight is useless, nothing, nothing
Yes ! A demi-god, even in fashion
Is not a decapod - Be reasonable!
You have bad, bad, bad
I will revive the pain
From your poor heart

Far from the people who abandoned you
You seek the love of these humans for whom you feel useful
My strength you dream of
But your armor, it demands the truce

Maui, you will not be the heir
From the only crab we see shining
Look at the ugliest of us, it’s you!
It’s life, my friend, I can shine
I inform you that you are going to make you devour, and by me!

Nothing can save you
Apart from being beautiful and shining …

I was a dumb artist,

took a catalogue of hits to the edge of the cliff and I slipped
but it felt good
I put on red and I lose
I regret all my tattoos

I just want to be a fence sitter
fence sitter with you

Reasons why I stare
  • I want to see what book you’re reading
  • I like your hair
  • I like your shoes
  • I like your tattoos
  • I want to see if I get the reference on your tshirt
  • …do I know you from somewhere…
  • …seriously I’m pretty sure we’re related.
  • You have amazing style
  • Your dog/kid/handbag is adorable
  • …I swear we went to high school together.
your words, in blue

In sprawling tattoos
I have written your poems
in blue India ink
up the insides of my wrists:

one brush stroke for the syllables
rolling off your tongue
like shattered glass:

two brush strokes for the smack of your thighs
like kisses
as you walk toward me:

three brush strokes
for the wavering dip in your voice
when you reach God’s name:

and a flourish for the silence
as I forget to breathe,
as you forget to bow,
as I whisper to the angels,
you are mine, you are mine, you are mine.