The day before my 18th birthday me and my dad got in the car, and went to the tattoo parlour.
We’d booked the appointment, got the picture and taken two paracetomol’s because I had a hankering that wasn’t going to be the best feeling.
I went with an ex, wasn’t an ex at the time. I squeezed his hand and bless him, he had nail marks scared onto his hand.
I also have this on my wall opposite my bed, have a canvas above my bed, even on my tea coasters and on a top that I am coincidently wearing.
The best thing you will ever learn, is to let go.
Let go of heart ache, let go of things that you can’t make happen, let go of family members who don’t show you the effection that you crave.