Clavicles.
It’s been three years since I said I would get a tattoo but I guess it’s only right that my first one be the strawberry. It doesn’t look like much, but it means a whole lot. A whole, fucking lot. It’s funny just how closely the story of the strawberry and the lotus matched up to our lives and got us through high school. Perfect timing too - a tattoo will be the second experience with the bff this winter break and there are many more once in a lifetime experiences to come with the people I love.
Second order of business is to find a cute lock that will forever be bound in France.