She Wears Melancholy by pinkytoast
Reflejo Dimensionante
I got this tattoo a little over a year ago. The sentimental value of this hummingbird is something that brings me back to my very vague childhood. Of all the times I ran around outside, played house, or danced in recitals, the hummingbird is something that I can remember being fully captivated in the moment with. Giant hydrangea bushes covered the entire front side of my great aunts house where the tiny birds would flutter around. My aunt and I would catch them in our hands to see them up close. It tickled a lot, and the giggling that came from this silly thing we would do was something I can always go back to and be fully in that moment.
When I build up enough guts to do it, the hummingbird will be flying around an entire side piece of hydrangea flowers.
"Your life is your own. You mold it. You make it. All anyone can do is to point out ways and means which have been helpful to others. Perhaps they will serve as suggestions to stimulate your own thinking until you know what it is that will fulfill you, will help you to find out what you want to do with your life."
— Eleanor Roosevelt
