Sometimes I think my tattoos are like little chapters of a book I’m still writing 🖤✨.

Each one has its own mood, its own reason, its own story – some deep, some impulsive, some just because I liked the way it made me feel.

I love when people ask about them, but I love even more when they don’t – when their fingers just trace the shapes, letting the story unfold without words. It’s almost more honest that way.

I think I’m drawn to things that feel permanent but look delicate – like art, like skin, like the way a glance can stay with you for days.

Maybe I’ll let you read a few chapters… if you know how to keep a secret.🤭