sistervanian

So I've given up... I'm not going to obscess over the impossible, that just kills people young, so no worries.

There's a book I love, it's a children's book about being true to yourself, and who you are and it's called StellaLuna, and it's about a fruitbat that gets lost and ends up being adopted by a bird family who are nice enough but just not right for her. They are day creatures, she is a night creature, they make her sleep in a nest, when she'd rather hang upside down, they eat insects, while she prefers grapes. Finally she gets fed up and flies away, and lo and behold finds her mother, and eventually she becomes free to be who she really is, a fruitbat, and the tattoo that's going on my forearm... Because her whole story kinda reminds me of how I was misguided for a while and was doing the rave thing when the whole time I knew it wasn't for me, I didn't have fun, it wasn't my natural habitat, I know labels are shallow but fuck it I'm proud to be a gothy/punk/industrial dark spirit, we're just as nice and sweet as anyone else, so several years ago, I came home to myself, and my StellaLuna flying free and happy secure in herself on my arm where I can always see her will be a constant reminder of who I am. A true creature of the night. Forever.
Peas.
SisterVanian...