“I had a little nut tree, and nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg & a golden pear.
The King of Spain’s daughter came to visit me,
All on account of my little nut tree.”
Finally got it :) Much more painful than expected, but I think it’s beautiful so I’m content.
This winter break, I’m getting this general concept as a tattoo. It’s from a nursery rhyme my parents would always recite to me, and would get me to recite as well. It means a lot, and being so far from home, I thought getting it back in VB will be bringing a piece of it back with me.
Can somebody help me find a spot to get it? I’ve found something wrong with each place. I’d love my left wrist to forearm but I’m not sure if I want so much visibility. I’ve thought about my side, but if I gain or lose weight, it might stretch it. Then there’s my back, but there’s so much else I want done on my back! Agh. Also, imagine it without the ladies in it.
Here’s the nursery rhyme:
I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg, and a golden pear
The King of Spain’s daughter, came to visit me
All on account of my little nut tree
(Yes this was from memory! Tehe.)
It’s still in its peeling stage, but tah-dah! Here we are :)
Quote is by Galileo.
(From 7/14)
I’m ridiculously pleased with the random like’s I’ve recently been getting on some of my really old posts, it shows that some of you have been lurkin into my old stuff :) This tumblr was never meant for the people or to get followers, just a place for me to vent out all of these thoughts that are way too loud for my head, so it’s nice to know that some people like what I have to say. I’m also sorry for any posts that make me sound borderline insane.. whelp. I have no excuses for that!
I GOT MY TATTOO LAST NIGHT. I have a few pictures but I’m waiting for it to be healed (it still hasn’t shown signs of scabbing) and I’ll take pictures on my Nikon. But let’s just say I LOVE it!! I got it on the upper part of my inner arm and it hurt so badly, but the pain was worth it and I’d definitely do it again. My tattoo artist was surprised at how I withstood the pain so easily, apparently grown men have been known to faint or cry when getting a tattoo in that spot.
CALEB: This is Tattoo #1, going on the inside of my upper arm. It’s a Galileo quote that I very much identify with :) I went through every font on my computer and about 100 pages on dafont.com before I finally decided. Tattoo #2’s sketch is on paper and I don’t feel like scanning it, but it’s very simple and small. The tattoo that I’ve wanted since I was about 15 on my upper back that needs a REAL sketch, and has the most meaning to it, I’ve gone over so many times that I just want to wait it out a little longer to get it perfectly right.
Crazy dreams I was just having.. the first one involved Monika and I spontaneously wanting to go get our tattoos done so we went to this random place. She went into a room to get her’s done as soon as we got there, but I wanted my first tattoo to be with my mumsy so they set me in this strange room with artwork covering everywhere from the walls to the ceiling to the floors. Soon enough though the floor started moving and I realized that I was on a bus, some sort of scary ride, covered by the artwork. The bus started moving crazy fast and I was all by myself. Then somehow I got elevated to the roof of the bus where some cute boy took my hands and looked directly in my eyes as he pulled me off of my feet, so he was just swinging me around in the open air as we moved 100 mph on top of a bus. He swung me up, over, and around his head in loops and it was the best I had ever felt. Suddenly we weren’t alone and people were in other buildings watching us, somebody took a video of it happening and posted it on Facebook and it got exactly 40 likes. Then they told me it was time. I went into this small room and an older lady in a labcoat was waiting for me to do my tattoo.. she was very nice but I told her I had to look up the quote I wanted [for my tattoo] on my phone just to be completely sure I got the words right. However, Google was acting up and I could not find the quote online. Next thing you know it’s 2:30 PM the next day and my mom arrived sometime in between all of this but I suddenly realized I was missing work that started at 1:30 PM and wanted to call out but it was too late so decided to just leave. My mom laughed about how that lady must be pissed cus she was waiting to start my tattoo all night. We left, I woke up. I fell back asleep and woke up a few more times, as usual, but I forgot the other dreams.. this was the only important one, I suppose.
I guess I’m documenting this because how I felt being swung around by my arms with my feet cutting the air as we traveled on a fast-moving bus, that’s probably the freest I could ever feel and I loved everything in that moment, even if it was just a dream. If you cannot feel it, words must not be able to do this dream justice. Just know that even though I was not awake, I felt everything and I am so upset that this wasn’t all real.
