At this point it should go without saying that anything Miley Cyrus does or says is instantly qualified as a Hot Mess, don’t you agree? But just in case you’re on the fence, allow me to introduce exhibits A and B: her two new tattoos. Which are awful.
Oh yes lambs, MC picked out her favorite prison font and got “LOVE YER BRAIN” inked on her arm. Given the insane amounts of drugs this girl is doing, I can’t think of anyone who loves her brain less than Miley Cyrus. But then again, it’s not like she was ever going to cure cancer, let’s be honest.
But while that tat is definitely the worst of the two, how MC chose to reveal this next one–a crescent moon on her other arm, a “BFF tat” with her tattoo artist friend Mr. Bang Bang–is what truly disturbs me…
Mouth agog. Coated tongue. Eyes rolled back. Cuddled up to someone with a beard. This is the face of drug use, and it’s positively revolting. I understand that she’s young and wild and rich (join the club), but she’s doing things to her body that can’t be undone once/if she wanted to pull out of this dreadful phase.
But at the rate she’s going, do you think Miley will even make it past 30? Or am I just judging this extremely talented book by her extremely inked up cover?