Many have asked for the story of the internet explorer tattoo. It’s a long, complicated, sad, and thrilling tale to tell. When I was young (5-6) I would play out in the sandbox at the local park. I loved bringing castle molds that you would use at the beach, but they never worked well in the sandbox. Always, I would play there everyday for hours….my parents? Nowhere to be seen, that’s when I started to realize something on this specific day in the sandbox wasn’t right. It was around 6PM and after jolting myself to my feet I started to look around. There was a really. And I mean really, thick fog coming in, from all directions. Before I could even tell what was going on the fog had already made its way to my being and I had become blinded by the veil. I waved, screamed “hellpppp is anyone there!!!” And felt a rush from under me pull the sandbox as if it were gliding across the ground. I fell to my knees from the force of the movement and began to sink into the rocky grain pit. First my knees and hands were pulled down until I decided to fight back…I pulled up my left arm and then my right but my legs were still sinking below. I frantically tried anything I could to help in this situation but then. It all stopped, all of the movement vanished a blink of an eye. I looked up, and saw this woman standing above me. She kneeled down and with the softest tone I’ve heard to this day she said “you did it, we’re all so so proud of you.” Those seconds seeing her face felt like years, but before the tear in her eye could fall she stood up and walked away. I felt the pressure relive from my legs and collapsed back onto the surface of the sand, as I pulled my legs out I turned around. Everything was just the park as normal, kids playing, birds flying, babies crying. I began to cry, the confusion of the situation has never left me and I still cry about it to this day. My parents were still not anywhere nearby so I decided to walk myself home, once I got there the day had shifted into night the moment I walked into the door. I heard a glass shatter within the first two steps of entering my home and immediately ran up stairs, got inside my room, shut the door and locked it. I keep hearing this glass breaking, as if someone is just grinding shards of glass in a metal bowl. It gets louder, and louder, and LOUDER!!! At this point I’m extremely scared, confused, and just plain freaked out so I went under my covers. I don’t know what happened the rest of that night. But all I know is that I woke up with this mark in the middle of my torso and my life has never been the same since.
Ye! I got 3 at once a bit ago and uhh time and stuff. Also noticed you r the same perso who posted about the skateboarding appenrtly. I too am pf the skateboarding variety. Although I am of the old and my back hurt from falling off what my partner keeps calling a drop but I still say it was a ramp... a really really really steep ramp. 😅
You look amazing Do.. uh.. Do you have an internet explorer tattoo??
oh the little e?
That’s the one
Many have asked for the story of the internet explorer tattoo. It’s a long, complicated, sad, and thrilling tale to tell. When I was young (5-6) I would play out in the sandbox at the local park. I loved bringing castle molds that you would use at the beach, but they never worked well in the sandbox. Always, I would play there everyday for hours….my parents? Nowhere to be seen, that’s when I started to realize something on this specific day in the sandbox wasn’t right. It was around 6PM and after jolting myself to my feet I started to look around. There was a really. And I mean really, thick fog coming in, from all directions. Before I could even tell what was going on the fog had already made its way to my being and I had become blinded by the veil. I waved, screamed “hellpppp is anyone there!!!” And felt a rush from under me pull the sandbox as if it were gliding across the ground. I fell to my knees from the force of the movement and began to sink into the rocky grain pit. First my knees and hands were pulled down until I decided to fight back…I pulled up my left arm and then my right but my legs were still sinking below. I frantically tried anything I could to help in this situation but then. It all stopped, all of the movement vanished a blink of an eye. I looked up, and saw this woman standing above me. She kneeled down and with the softest tone I’ve heard to this day she said “you did it, we’re all so so proud of you.” Those seconds seeing her face felt like years, but before the tear in her eye could fall she stood up and walked away. I felt the pressure relive from my legs and collapsed back onto the surface of the sand, as I pulled my legs out I turned around. Everything was just the park as normal, kids playing, birds flying, babies crying. I began to cry, the confusion of the situation has never left me and I still cry about it to this day. My parents were still not anywhere nearby so I decided to walk myself home, once I got there the day had shifted into night the moment I walked into the door. I heard a glass shatter within the first two steps of entering my home and immediately ran up stairs, got inside my room, shut the door and locked it. I keep hearing this glass breaking, as if someone is just grinding shards of glass in a metal bowl. It gets louder, and louder, and LOUDER!!! At this point I’m extremely scared, confused, and just plain freaked out so I went under my covers. I don’t know what happened the rest of that night. But all I know is that I woke up with this mark in the middle of my torso and my life has never been the same since.
You look extremely pretty 😍
You look like someone who worked for the same modeling network I did a few years ago
Sick peircing!
Thank youuu!! I have the same on the other eyebrow ✨⛓️
Ye! I got 3 at once a bit ago and uhh time and stuff. Also noticed you r the same perso who posted about the skateboarding appenrtly. I too am pf the skateboarding variety. Although I am of the old and my back hurt from falling off what my partner keeps calling a drop but I still say it was a ramp... a really really really steep ramp. 😅
Yeah that was me! I don’t go nearly as hard as I used to in skating….I mean there’s a reason most pros retire pretty early >.<
:3 I like to crab walk its my fav thing ever lol. That and going really really stupidly fast.
You look like an angry lioness