Skull + Candy

While in Mykonos, my friends and I had the grand idea to get Henna tattoos. So flipping through the various example books, I passed by my usual swirly sun or flower choice to land on a skull with flames shooting out behind it. Well, I ixnayed the flames and asked for just the skull. I was feeling adventurous. The guy took my wrist and did it in about 30 seconds without really looking at it. So while it may not classify as a work of art, exactly, I kind of love it. His name is Frank and sadly he is now fading.

bamf.

Anywho, skulls (and anything skeleton related) have recently made their way into my "I want I want I want" category. Maybe it had to do with taking an anatomy class last semester? Although you'd think doing 150 skeleton drawings per assignment would put you off them. 

I mean, how can you not like skeletons. That would be like not liking you own substance of being. Literally. And self-loathing is baadddd. I'm all about the love.