This poor little monster was just born.
She has no shoes of her own.
Maybe one day... When she is grown.
-The Butterfly Monster
(she named it herself too)
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Ice Cream And Band Aids
The feeling of air in your hair. Of pavement sliding under your hand. The rush of knowing one incorrect movement means yet another addition to your already vast collection of road rash. leaning way too far into your turn. The vibration of the deck under your feet. Traveling at the speed of happiness.
The feeling of longboarding.
--ViS!T0R
The feeling of longboarding.
--ViS!T0R