So this other night, I got a tarot reading done. Yes I can almost hear you scoff through the screen. No I don’t depend on these things and I was trying to see what happens and just have fun with it. I told the tarot reader nothing. I asked no questions. Gave them my name and asked for a general reading. It took me the whole night to get over what they told me. I mean here I was waiting to say “Nah! You’re wrong.” or “Ugh, vague bro.” Aaaand, jokes on me. I am officially freaked out, in awe, surprised, hit by a truck, whatever you wanna call it. Also donot get readings done when you’re sick, it’ll drain you. I can’t say if things got any clearer after it because honestly I’m too anxious. Which kind of beats the purpose? Eh, I was just looking for fun anyway. Didn’t know the universe was doing just that too. LOL.
"The first tattoo I did was his dad's name, Yaser, behind his ear. He’s a joy to work with and usually has an idea of what he wants, but trusts me as an expert." ♥ - @megan_massacre (Zayn's tattoo artist)