Raise your hand if you've ever felt like every tattoo tells a story you can't put into words.

Every time I hit the pavement, I'm reminded: pain is temporary, but the thrill is forever.

Why is it so easy to be patient with others but so hard to give myself the same grace?

If rebellion was a sport, I'd be an Olympic gold medalist.

Am I the only one who feels like a total fraud sometimes? Like, my art's legit, but my confidence ain't.