when you forget to ask your waiter for something
that would be me too
"I would totally buy a painting."
"Really? Awesome, which do you want to buy?!"
"Oh- um I wasnt being serious."
“Hey, buy me this thing”
“waIT NO I WAS KIDDING PLEASE DON’T OH MY GOD I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS STOP BEING SO NICE DON’T YOU DARE GET ME THIS THING I ASKED FOR I SWEAR TO GOD”
"Here, I bought you the thing"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS"
"just take it"
"I CAN’T-if you insist oK THANK YOU VERY MUCH"
I grew up in a house surrounded by pine trees. you know, like a Calvin & Hobbes upbringing with a thicket and a creek. moving to New York, I knew that I’d have to give some of that up, but I think I was a little spoiled in my youth.
I wanted a tree on my arm (a spruce at first, but aspens are my favorite. we kinda settled on an imaginary hybrid. if you are considering a tattoo in NY, go to Goose). I just needed a little nature back in my daily life. a little oxygen. a little bit of a reminder that I’ll return to trees sooner or later.
i quite love tattoos like this.