Fine line black script reading follow your heart with a small arrow and heart beneath it, tattooed on the inside of a forearm.

Follow your heart script with arrow on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows the words follow your heart in a flowing, joined-up script, with a long thin line running from the final word. Below the lettering sits a fine-lined arrow with a small heart shape in its centre. The ink is black and sits on pale skin, photographed at a slight angle against a light background.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Script Arrow Heart Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sign had to go up before the Tuesday bus, so Dolores Pike held the ladder while I climbed with a tin of enamel and a rag that smelled of turpentine. Forty miles of nothing ran either side of the Halden Road, and the only thing out there anyone trusted was a painted board.

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Dolores wanted the words in the old joined-up hand her mother used on wedding cards, where every letter leans into the next as if it has somewhere to be. I told her the leaning was the hard part. You cannot rush a line that has to carry itself. I pulled the long tail off the final word first, one unbroken stroke running out toward the water tower, then went back and filled the letters in. 'Follow your heart,' she read aloud. 'Is that a promise or a warning?'

I didn't answer. Beneath the lettering I painted the arrow, thin as a hair, with a heart no bigger than a fingernail set in its middle, because an arrow needs somewhere to aim. Her boy had left for the coast three years before with a suitcase and a map he would not show her. She had never asked me where he went, and I had never told her what I saw in his face at the depot.

When the paint dried we stood in the road and looked back. The arrow pointed east, past the motel, past the last fence, toward the grey line of a sea nobody in Halden had seen in years. Dolores pulled her cardigan tight. 'Well,' she said, 'he never could leave a thing alone once it pointed somewhere.' Then she went inside to put the kettle on, and I stayed a while longer, watching the sun catch the wet letters.