Remember what I said last night about not needing any reason to post pictures of Caroline John? Still holds true on a Thursday night when I should be in bed, asleep and dreaming pervy dreams. Also, it still holds true even if the picture quality isn’t so great. It’s Caroline John! That’s all I need.
…almost as much as freaks are magical! I have no clue what this could be, but I gakked it from Tumblr and since I’ve pretty much grown as bored with Tumblr as I grow bored with yots and yots of things, which happens more and more easily the older I get, I thought I’d post it here instead. Don’t worry, strange cousin susan! If I haven’t already grown bored with you – and obviously I haven’t – I never will.
This would make a great tattoo, except probably it wouldn’t because it’s sort of too detailed for that type of medium. But other than that, it really would be quite lovely and if I hadn’t just put up all the roadblocks to tattooism and if I was made of money, I would give this serious thought as my next inking.
Yeah, the TARDIS key may not be permanently scratched into my skin. I’m not sure yet…as it’s always been, I’ll change my mind a billion times before settling on something. But I might just have one of the tats on my left arm inked over to make a completely black circle, since there’s no saving it at this point from fading and losing its definition.
But the black circle would be kind of cool, too, I think.
I had a book once about the Rosenbergs; I’m not sure where it’s got to these days, but I suspect if I even still have possession of it, it’s in the garage.
