My name is May. I love silence, yoga, and those ents when I can just be alone with myself. I do tattoos—for me, it’s not just a job, but a way to tell other people’s stories through art. And I dream of opening my own small, cozy tattoo studio one day. It's hard for me to meet people in person. I feel more at ease online—it’s easier to be myself, speak my mind, and open up there. But I'm gradually learning not to hide—in real life, too.

I don’t dream about something loud or big… My dream is actually very quiet. I want to open a small tattoo studio someday — a place that feels safe the moment you walk in. Soft light, calm music, no rush… just me, my work, and people who trust me with their stories. For me, tattoos are not just drawings on skin. They’re memories, feelings, turning points… things people want to carry with them. And I want to be someone who can understand that — even the parts they don’t say out loud. I also want to learn how to be more open in real life. Not hide behind silence all the time, not be afraid of being seen. Slowly… in my own way. I don’t need a big world. Just a small, honest one — where I can be myself, create, and feel connected to someone, even if it’s just for a moment.

I love quiet things… the kind that don’t ask for attention, but give you space to breathe. Yoga for me isn’t just about the body — it’s like a small ritual where I come back to myself. I like slow mornings, soft light, stretching in silence, feeling every movement without rushing anywhere. Sometimes it feels like the only moment in the day when everything makes sense. I also draw a lot — not always for work, not always for someone else. Sometimes it’s just lines, shapes, ideas that come and go. I like sketching stories before they become tattoos… like I’m trying to understand a person without words. I enjoy being alone more than most people probably do. Not in a sad way — more like… it’s where I recharge. Music, thoughts, a cup of tea, maybe rain outside. Those moments feel honest.

In real life… I’m much quieter than people expect. I don’t always know how to start conversations, and sometimes I stay in the background just because it feels safer there. I notice everything, but I don’t always say it out loud. Smiling is easier than explaining myself. Crowds can feel a bit overwhelming, and I often need time alone after being around people. It’s not that I don’t want connection — I just take longer to open up. Trust doesn’t come instantly for me… it grows slowly, step by step. Online, it feels easier. I can choose my words, take my time, be more honest without the pressure of the moment. That’s where I feel closest to being “me”. But I’m learning. To stay present a little longer. To speak even when it feels uncomfortable. To let people see me without hiding behind silence. It’s slow… but I’m getting there.