I never had posters on my walls as a kid . When I finally did , they were things I colored at mental institutions. So when I got tattoos , they became my posters, my expression, my impulses . In my head I knew I shouldn't get another tattoo because it might put me in certain category for work ect BUT, fuck it right ? I need to exhale all my feelings and thoughts , things I hold close to me but can never find the words to explain. So I got it . .....I was gonna explain why, but As I'm typing this all I can think is "I can't believe I'm alive still" .