Tattoos I'd love to have, but would be killed for getting.
[No Mom, this is not a teenage revolt. I will not regret this in thirty years. Okay... the Kanye one I might. But the dancing Jesus one is actually too funny.]
I've wanted one since I was about six and also had the dream of driving a motorcycle. That dream is gone [I think of safety now], but I'd still love to puncture my skin with needles and permanent ink. Hmm... funny.
Behind the ear, wrist, hip, or foot.
Perhaps when I'm eighteen, and my family can't kill me or kick me out.
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