Inked Hearts

<p>You ever feel like life hands you a script and you're just playing your part? Well that was me-<strong>Diana</strong> living the life my mom mapped out. Runway walks posh living and absolutely zero say in my own Californian story. Crazy right?</p><p> </p><p>My checklist for a fulfilling life was pretty standard - a dog a cozy apartment a car that doesn't hate the environment a job that feels less like a cage and oh yes fine arts. I was the runway puppet chauffeured around in a car I never drove and there was an unwarranted fear of me running over someone. Did I mention Mom's disdain for dogs? Yeah I never got that either.</p><p> </p><p>Then came this online ad a whisper of freedom. Three hundred bucks two bags and a ticket later I'm in London. Goodbye golden cage; hello spontaneous adventure.</p><p> </p><p><strong>Inkphoric </strong>became my refuge a tattoo haven that felt like home. Who'd have thought a tattoo studio could be so much more than a job? In that buzzing ink-scented space I found my tribe my people. They became the family I never knew I needed.</p><p> </p><p>And then there's <strong>Ryder</strong> turning my world upside down. Love? Unexpected but hey life's a wild ride.</p><p> </p><p><strong>Some things were meant to be marked on the skin.</strong></p><p> </p><p>This my friend is life off-script and it's pretty darn exciting.</p>