My name is Kristi. Im 20. I love tattoos especially mine. Ive been through some crazy shit in my life thus far. I've made all the wrong choices and I've made all the right choices. This is my free space for my opinion and thoughts. In this space, your opinion is invalid.
“But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.”