Tattoos & Tarot
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About T&T:
I'm an aspiring writer looking to hone my craft and share my stories! I am always open to any feedback and suggestions. The name Tattoos & Tarot is inspired by two of my favorite hobbies and adds a bit of magic to my creations ✨
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Drenched in Goodbyes
The windshield wipers automatically start to whoosh back and forth as a light drizzle begins. A peppy pop song blasts through my speakers, and I flick the radio off in annoyance. The swirling thoughts ricocheting between my temples are enough noise right now, so I'd rather drive in silence. My hands grip the wheels tightly, turning my knuckles white with anxiety.
By Tattoos & Tarot6 months ago in Fiction
Amaretto Sour
“God, this is exhausting”, I catch myself saying aloud, and down another shot the bartender unwillingly poured for me after waving a fiver at him. Someone laughs down at the other end of the bar, and I shoot them my best death stare, which isn’t saying much because I can hardly be mean to the fruit flies currently swarming my teeny tiny apartment kitchen.
By Tattoos & Tarot6 months ago in Fiction
From Afar
I loved the moon. She was otherworldly – her gentle love was ethereally beautiful, her heart was ivory-pearl pure – and I collapsed into her outstretched arms. Her presence softened me and lulled me to sleep like an elegant lullaby. Her love touched me so deeply and nourished the safe spaces of my soul. I imagine our souls intertwined into a perfect crescent, soundly at peace.
By Tattoos & Tarot9 months ago in Poets
Reflections . Content Warning.
The drive home is excruciatingly uncomfortable and quiet. I stare dizzyingly out the back window as greenery melts into an optical illusion and cars whoosh past in a speeding frenzy. I feel us turn down my street in an achingly nostalgic way – the same familiarity that would wake you as a child, and you pretended to still be asleep so your parents would carry you inside. That feeling now turns sour, spoiled by shame and dread. My house comes into view – a two-story, red-bricked, suburban family home, complete with a big oak tree and tire swing that has been flat since I was twelve. The car comes to a gentle stop – no one speaks, and no one moves for a moment.
By Tattoos & Tarotabout a year ago in Fiction
