Skate check. Found this dreamy wall of pastel tiles and blue breeze blocks and had to park my board right against it. Pink beanie, pink leggings, pink Nikes, tattoos on show, resting between runs and pretending I am much cooler than I feel.
I am still very much learning, more bruises than tricks if I am honest, but there is nothing like the rattle of wheels on concrete and the little jolt of fear before you push off. Daisies tucked behind my ear because a girl can be soft and still eat pavement.
Sat here catching my breath, watch buzzing, sun warm on the tiles. One more run before I call it. Maybe two.
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