CactusLegs

Experimenting with red filters. I am Ansel Adams.

I am Jamie. I am an aspiring Neuroscience professor. I create. I draw. I paint. I write. I have one purpose in life, and that is to die, to starve to death. This is my story of how I got to be who I am, where I am, doing what I am. I don't remember much about childhood. Looking back all I see is a blur of depression, anxiety, normalcy and a longing to escape that normalcy. I didn't know what I had was depression, what child would? As I look back at the few moments I remember, the few moments that stick out, I feel one of two feelings: the acute anxiety that builds and builds from that need for something unattainable, and that dark, sinking,

I am thinking of getting a Kali (Hindu Goddess) She is the ferocious, ass kicking, head slaying from of the divine mother. I feel such a connection with her for whatever reason. I want my tattoo to be simplistic, however.