Black and grey fine line script tattoo reading believe in yourself across the top of a shoulder.

Believe in yourself script on shoulder

Fine line · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

A black and white photograph of cursive script reading believe in yourself tattooed across the top of a shoulder, with the person's face out of frame. The linework is fine and even, with slight tapering in the strokes and some soft shading on the surrounding skin. A knitted garment sits along the lower edge of the composition.

Fine line Lettering Shoulder Quote Script Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Tom, the kettle has boiled twice since I started this, so forgive the blots. The gulls have had the bins again, and Mrs Pardoe swears it was the vicar's dog, which it wasn't, because that animal has no more ambition than a doorstep. Your father would have laughed at that, and then pretended he hadn't.

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Your letter from Valparaíso came on Tuesday, and I read it at the counter with the sorting bag still over my arm. You wrote that the bosun shouts before breakfast and the cook keeps the good bread for the officers. You didn't say whether you were frightened. I know you well enough to read that gap the way Sam Penrose reads the tide off the harbour wall.

So I did something foolish. I went up to Hollis's on Quay Street and bought the fine steel nib your father swore by, the one he used for the chapel notices, and I sat at the kitchen table with a pot of ink going cold beside me. I practised your name until my wrist ached and the cat gave up on me. Ellen at the bakery thinks I've taken up calligraphy for the summer fête. Let her think it.

I've enclosed a card with a line copied out in that hand. I won't tell you what it says, because you'll only roll your eyes and put it in a drawer. Read it on a bad morning, when the bosun is roaring and the bread has gone to the officers. The ink is still wet on one corner, so mind your sleeve. Your loving mother, Ruth.