When I hear “Ed Hardy,” I think of:
- Being in middle school surrounded by my peers who listened to Jonas Brothers, High School Musical, Linkin Park, Tokio Hotel, and so on
- Converse-style shoes with edgy flower and skull patterns. Doubly so for overpriced sweaters and pants from Hot Topic with similar designs
- The Twilight movie craze making everyone dress up like scene kids. Bonus points for the chicks trying to imitate Hayley Williams because “Decode” was still practically on loop on the radio
I never once thought about Anisa’s hideous tattoos that she gets every time an intrusive or otherwise negative thought comes into her head. Anisa, you should just do what all the girls with personality disorders who wore Ed Hardy shit like 20+ years ago did: cut yourself short ways for attention and wax poetic on FictionPress about your woes. Self harm by tattoo overload is horribly depressing and gay as fuck.