Here’s my tattoo. It was hard to take a picture without somehow stretching it, but it’s like spot on when it comes to the handwriting.
I was adopted when I was born, an hour after birth. Before I was born, my birthmother struggled with bipolar disorder and extreme depression. She attempted suicide as well. However, she got back on her feet before having me. Last December, my adoptive mother gave me all the paperwork from my adoption that was filled out, including a survey. When it came to listing her achievements, there was only one: “I’m still alive - and fairly happy!”
I got her biggest achievement tattooed on my ribcage for so many reasons. For one, if she had killed herself, I wouldn’t be here. Also she beat her depression and learned that happiness was the best thing life had to offer. Occasionally, I get sad about such small, petty things, but I realize that happy truly is the only way to be. So when I’m upset I turn to my own mother’s words, and realize that things can suck temporarily, but “I’m still alive.”
true self control is waiting until the movie starts to eat your popcorn
Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.
Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.
I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.
I will always, always, ALWAYS reblog this when it’s on my dash.
Spock’s got moves; deal with it.
live long and get some
#live long and get some