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25 / 4 / 2012 @ 10:56
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fuckyeahtattoos: This is my first tattoo and it is on my left shoulder, made by cabelo sebben at supertatto in brazil. I made this rose for two reasons: -You have to know how to deal with a rose. It’s a flower that takes some time to open up her button; You have to know how cultivates for it to stay alive and then see her open up. And once you have it opened, if you can’t take care of it, it’ll wither and the petals will fall down. It’ll die for you, and you will be only with the thorns. No return. Basically: is a beautiful flower, but if you can’t handle it, you going to be hurt by the thorns. And this describes me. -When my parents get divorced, me and my mom have moved out of city, and we passed to live with my grandma for a while. Everyday my grandma used to care for of some roses in her backyard, and I used to help her. I’ve always been very attached to my grandmother, she likes to call me as “her first little princess”, cause i am the oldest granddaughter. Long ago that my grandma has depression and is no longer the same, roses always reminds me of how my grandma used to be a great and wonderfull woman. Whenever I see a rose I remember of my “grandma of the past”, so I decided to have one rose with me, for even in the worst days with the depression of my grandma, I can just look at my tattoo on my shoulder and then get memories of how she used to be.