Black script lettering reading We accept the Love We think we Deserve across the ribs, in a lettering style.

Script quote tattoo on ribs

Lettering · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

Four lines of black cursive script run diagonally across the side of the ribcage, reading We accept the Love We think we Deserve. The letters have smooth, even linework with thicker strokes on the capitals and thinner connecting lines. The ink is solid black on light skin, and a white shirt and a hand are visible at the top edge of the frame.

Lettering Ribs Script Quote Word Cursive

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Ferrand came into the shop on the Tuesday before the wedding with a sheet of tracing paper folded in quarters and her reading glasses swinging on a beaded chain. She wanted four lines lettered across the top of the seating plan, in black ink, leaning the way the church gutters lean. I asked her what the lines said. She unfolded the paper and turned it round to face me, as if I might argue with it.

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I had lettered a hundred welcome boards that year and most of them said the same tired things: Two Hearts, Love Is Patient. This one was different. It was a line from a paperback her son had carried about since he was seventeen, and she had copied it out in her own careful hand, every word joined to the next. "He thinks it's a warning," she said. "I think it's a kindness. You decide." I decided she was right about the loops and wrong about nothing else.

I spent Thursday night at the bench with a broad nib and a jar of Indian ink going thick at the bottom. The capitals took the weight, so I pressed hard on the downstrokes of the W and the D and let the joins between words go hairline, almost gone, the way a cold morning thins a breath. The word Love I made heavier than the others, then lighter, then heavier again, because I could not decide where it belonged.

On Friday she held the board under the lamp for a long time and said nothing. Then she asked if I could make the L a touch taller. I did. She paid in cash, folded the board into a clean dish towel, and tucked it under her arm like something that might spill. Three weeks later a card came through the shop door with no return address, only a photograph of the board propped on a mantelpiece, the L stretched taller than I had drawn it.