Dandelion Blowing Tattoo Meaning Novels & Stories

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more. A dandelion, a weed you can find everywhere. Common and ugly, unremarkable because of how many of them grow, until that is, it morphs into delicate light seed heads that find the wind and fly to freedom on the breeze. Such pretty things that have so much potential to go far, and I told myself that’s what I was and what I was doing when I changed Lisa to Camilla. Stupid sentiment, stupid tattoo! I can barely look at it at all anymore.

The sunflower tattoo on my wrist caught the light. A sunflower always turns toward the sun. She said the daisy meant hidden love. I said the sunflower meant I would always turn toward you. Lena, I will always turn toward you. I stood up, took a slow breath, and looked up at the sky. It was clear, endlessly blue, like the rooftop the night we graduated. I turned and walked toward the parking lot. My steps were light. My heart was heavy. But finally, I felt a little better inside. (The End)

This moon shaped tattoo on my neck feels and looks so much different and mysterious from the regular tattoos. I tried my best to scrub and wash it off but the mark won’t go away and this is making me feel more frustrated, Alpha Aiden has already disturb my peaceful morning sleep and now this hickey turning into a tattoo issue is annoying, it feels like Alpha Aiden has led a stake on me and I need to clean this off to feel free. “What’s going on, is this a sign that I am going to die because I gave out my blood?” I asked no one in particular,my voice filled with so much frustration due to having plenty of my questions unanswered.

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.