Pirate skulls& bones.

Bona fide hustler, makin' my name.

Richa. College. East Coast


A couple months ago, at a wedding, my distant grandfather asked me if I still danced. When I told him no, the disappointment on his face was heart breaking and he told me I had a gift and to promise that I’ll keep dancing.
All I can say is, I’ll try.
I wish there was someone that went here that was just as passionate about dance like me. It would be so great being able to do performances and choreo for fun in these gigantic movement rooms.
I can’t think tell you how many times I’ve pushed to make a team here but no one cares. And I can’t tell you how many times a day I think about dancing or having the urge not being able to do anything about it.
I miss dancing. I miss being in my element. I miss being on stage. I miss the feeling of fluidity and grace.
I miss it.