I’ve long held the belief that the way a person wears their ink speaks volumes about their personality and how they think. Unfortunately for some, the ink you wear makes you look like a fucking cartoon…poorly drawn, shit outta place, laughable even. Here’s a small collection of fuckery to make you feel glad THEY aren’t YOU:
If you choose to disgrace your face with ink-laden fuckery, do so at your own peril. But don’t be shocked if even fast food spots aren’t rushing to call you back once they see your tatted tears, knowing you wouldn’t even catch a body in a trust fall. If it’s dope, meaningful, and something you can live with, by all means, get inked. But if you’re gonna throw stars on your face, you should leave em outlined, you know, so your future boyfriends can color between the lines.