Sun - This sun was my first tattoo, and it is a mantra that I live my life by. I want to live in the sunshine, and be the sunshine. I want to spread positivity and light. It also fits into a trio of tattoos I have with my two best friends, inspired by the quote; “You are my sun, my moon and all my shining stars” They have either the moon or the stars.
Triangle - When I lay my hand flat on a table, this triangle points north. Not geographical north, but my true north. It is a daily reminder to keep doing what is best for me and to not worry about pleasing others or getting their approval. I have my path in life, and I will follow it. The quote that inspired this tattoo is;
"You are not for everyone. The world is filled with people who, no matter what you do, will point blank not like you. But it is also filled with those who will love you fiercely. They are your people. You are not for everything and that’s OK. Talk to the people who can hear you. Don’t waste your precious time and gifts trying to convince them of your value, they won’t ever want what you’re selling. Don’t convince them to walk alongside you. You’ll be wasting both your time and theirs and will likely inflict unnecessary wounds, which will take precious time to heal. You are not for them and they are not for you; politely wave them on and continue along your way. Sharing your path with someone is a sacred gift; don’t cheapen it by rolling yours in the wrong direct. Keep facing your true north."
Glyph - This glyph represents the word create. This is a driving force that has impacted my life since I was small. It is a path I chose to pursue and I cannot live if I am not creating.
Constellation - I got this constellation done in flesh tones so it looks like little marks on my body. It is subtle and beautiful. The stars form the constellation Leo, which is my zodiac sign.
My tattoos remind me of who I am when I start to feel my identity getting blurred in the thick of life. They root me when I start to lose myself. They are about memorizing something so important it needs to be engraved in my skin. - Zara Barrie
I am From
I am Laura Kristine Schneider
I am from stardust and unfinished constellations,
From words never spoken, quietly littering the page
Black ink, blue ink, blue veins
I am from red blood and cold blades
I am from a dark abyss people overlook
As they stroll by, warmed by the golden sun
I am from a damaging home, a broken gazebo
I am from the shelters of sticks my child-hands made
in an attempt to evade my cold world
I am from death, from the dirt of the earth,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, from dust I was made and to dust I shall return
I am from a broken mind, an over emotive body
From quakes and tremors, from rains and rivers
From pills and cherry popsicles, from rope and rust
I am from a lonely road,
From a land of unfathomable horrors
The genocide of millions of have-nots
“For if there is a god, he’ll have to beg for my forgiveness”
I am from golden flaxseed, farmed up from the dirt of my skin
From azure lakes and streams with clouds shining down
I am from the stories of old, ancient legends and ghost tales
Making my spirit soar towards the stars
I am from a life where waking up is a daily struggle
For when I wake up, it is always still dark
I am from stale wine and aged bread
Leaving a bitter feel on the tongues of the oppressors
So nothing will ever taste the same
I am from stolen glances and silent shouts,
A mystery, a puzzle, an anagram
constantly changing, developing new meaning
I am me! Nobody else!
I am one who wants and thinks the worst
I have a burnt-out heart, glass-like skin
Scarred and shattered
My brain is amputated, cut off from the rest of me
Beyond color, I live in a land of dusk
All the people in this land are strangers, strangers with helpless voices
The meaning is swirling in the sky where I cannot grasp it,
For the wind will always pull it away from me
I am trying to outrun the flock, to avoid the finest,
I want to extinguish and control the good
It is a weak force, a poor attempt
All my efforts shall soon fail
I am not the strong woman you thought I was
Cracks break along my flesh
And I am a natural disaster
Ebbing and flowing, losing particles, losing myself
So I embark one final time into the fog
Lost forever in my land of eternal dusk
Soon I will be as grey as the mist that envelops me
Dissolving like dew in the morning sun
A light wind lifts up my legs,
replaces my lungs with balloons
and I watch as those below me waste away.
They always told me to get my head out of the clouds,
but what if my whole body is up there?
What can they do to cease my ascent?
They cannot do anything to pull me down,
for they forgot to tie a string to my ribs
to hold me prisoner on the ground.
No words or sounds they utter can hinder my exultation
nor can they take the helium from my chest
for I can no longer be deflated.
They say that once I’ve hit the bottom, the only way I can go is up
and now, after the life I’ve lived
up is the way for me.