It Saved My Life

Ask anyone still standing in the underground, and you’ll hear it:

Tattooing saved my life.

Punk rock saved my life.

Skateboarding saved my life.

Painting. Writing. Hardcore. D.I.Y.

Whatever it was—it wasn’t just a phase. It was oxygen.

You’ll hear it again and again—not as a cliché, but as a truth.

Because when nothing else made sense, that thing showed up like a flicker in the dark.

And if you were lucky, you grabbed it with both hands.

People don’t fall in love with tattoos or records or busted old decks because they’re cool.

They fall in love because those things spoke louder than the noise.

Because they were drowning—and that thing said,

“You’re not crazy.”

We build shrines to the things that saved us.

That’s what this project is.

A handmade altar to what kept us going.

Dead Idols is for the ones who made a mark—even when the world told them not to.

This isn’t nostalgia.

It’s sacred preservation.

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Built from the ashes. For those who left their mark.

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#TattooingIsFolkArt

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