My inner forearm and Brandon’s above-elbow outer arm. Thanks to Rude Studios Leeds for the amazing job, price, and kindness. Here’s bf Brandon’s blog. My life.

Happy two year anniversary, Brandon. I am grateful and trembling with tears of happiness and astonishment that we have made it this far, fought so hard through the miles and the distance and the hard parts. I am crying at the thought of the smiles you’ve given me and the warmth your arms have shared with me. I am filled with the intense feeling of pride to be able to call you mine, and surprise that for two years now you have wanted to do the same to me. I am grateful because you have made my life, my future, not brighter only, but clearer and exciting and worth waking up for every morning. I am grateful because you have taught me things I didn’t know, like the fact that I deserved your love. I close my eyes and see your loving eyes and soft smile and I feel your body wrapping around mine and i remember that really every moment of despair when you were far away was worth the tears and struggle. Two years now that I’ve spent living in the everlasting feeling and certainty that you’re the one I want, for life. Two years now that I’ve spent in total bliss at the mere thought of you, and just so incredibly fucking in love, a little bit more so every day as I hear your voice say my name once again. Two years of fights and struggles and embraces and laughter and excitement and discoveries and two years of absolute perfection with you. Brandon, I wouldn’t trade or change you for the world. You are perfect to me in every way. I cannot with words thank you enough for the past two years. A tenth of our lives so far spent together. I can’t wait to spend the rest of it with you. I love you more than anything.

#pale Me and Kurt Vonnegut. And my beautiful new earrings.  This is for you, Kym ;) Finding it hard to go anywhere without my red lipstick lately. So. Fucking. Vain. 

Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.Virginia Woolf - Selected Letters

I’m so fucking vain aren’t I Skepta - Doin’ It Again

I’m not brave any more, darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.Ernest Hemingway