Got Best friend tattoos in Banff. Got them when we spent the summer out west. It’s part of a poem from E. E. Cummings, and we chose it because we came out here together and thought it represented our adventures out here.
I find myself wandering this world a lot, like I don’t belong in any particular place. But I never get much worried because I firmly believe that we always end up exactly where we are supossed to.
Made for my baby girl Helen on her first birthday.