being a jack of all trades master of none is actually so awesome bc i can make the shittest clay sculpture and the ugliest drawing and the sloppiest painting and the worst hand stitches and the wonkiest earrings and it's like. who cares + now im surrounded by lots of different silly things i made with love and care etc
the concept of "are they hot or do they just work with me" must be impossible for athletes. you could be the most busted looking freak in the world but if we're riding to sweaty adrenaline filled pseudo battle together every week, you bet i'm kicking my feet and giggling when u smile at me