I love one.
I hate the other.
I went under the tattoo gun right after we filmed the trailer for Revolver.
Joe Dulude, our makeup artist, penciled in a beauty mark by my eye, 10 years ago.
I lived on the road. Traveled cross country.
Got in a car chase in a junk yard.
Got in a bar brawl.
Robbed a store in a blue latex dress.
It was the best day of my life.
I couldn’t wash that magic mark off – it represented doing what I love and living life wild on fire.
I wasn’t born with a beauty mark….so I’ll create my own.
I love it.
It’s my own magic symbol.
The other I h-a-t-e.
My punk rock straightedge boyfriend when I was 17 drew it on a piece of paper with lyrics to a song about me.
He said I was beautiful like the rose and strong like the dagger.
I got it tattooed on my hip during bike week in Daytona Beach.
I came home and he got it tattooed on his arm.
Five days later, his dad got it tattooed on his arm.
You can’t make this shit up.
So in a span of 7 days, my awesome rebellious tattoo was the dumbest thing on the face of the planet.
If I have my way, you will never see it.
I’ve been fiending lately.
Thinking about getting another one.
I know so many people with amazing tattoos – but I decided to pull my favs off the internet of ideas I’d get.
This is a quote from Vonnegut in the novel “Slaughterhouse Five”. He imagines this is a good tombstone for his character, Billy and also for himself. When I read this book, my house had just burned to the ground…and I thought this would be a good tattoo.