

You know, everything seemed to slow down today-even time.
I woke up feeling like my dream was still holding my hand. My hair was tangled, my breathing was lazy, my lips tasted of something sweet, almost obscene... maybe from dreams, maybe from thoughts of you. While my favorite jasmine tea brewed, I stood at the window in my underwear, watching the streets still just waking up. 😘 I love that feeling of being a little bit out of time, a little bit out of the rules. In the afternoon I made new sketches, listened to loud music and drew directly on myself - yes, yes, with a marker on my skin. That's how ideas for new tattoos are born. My body is my diary, and every line on it tells about a night, a pain, a passion or a dream 🥰