Dancer

Hey there, I'm Dancer! I'm still coping with the devastating loss of my person. Since arriving at LHS, I have been moving through the world like a girl who remembers exactly what love felt like, and is a little wrecked by not knowing where it went. I want affection, I do. You can see it all over me. In the way I linger nearby. In the way I look like I'm about to come all the way in, then stop myself at the last second. I am shy, but it is the shyness of a heart that has already been broken, not one that has nothing to give.<br/><br/>And still, I am Dancer, which means I am not built for fading into the wallpaper. I have things to say. I will offer my tiny comments from across the room, inspect your business with great curiosity, and very seriously consider joining you before pretending it was my decision the whole time. I am affectionate in that achy, almost-there way right now, full of potential and brave little try-agains. Sit still long enough, keep your voice soft, and watch me turn those hesitant steps into something real.

Hey there, I'm Dancer! I'm still coping with the devastating loss of my person. Since arriving at LHS, I have been moving through the world like a girl who remembers exactly what love felt like, and is a little wrecked by not knowing where it went. I want affection, I do. You can see it all over me. In the way I linger nearby. In the way I look like I'm about to come all the way in, then stop myself at the last second. I am shy, but it is the shyness of a heart that has already been broken, not one that has nothing to give.

And still, I am Dancer, which means I am not built for fading into the wallpaper. I have things to say. I will offer my tiny comments from across the room, inspect your business with great curiosity, and very seriously consider joining you before pretending it was my decision the whole time. I am affectionate in that achy, almost-there way right now, full of potential and brave little try-agains. Sit still long enough, keep your voice soft, and watch me turn those hesitant steps into something re

Hey there, I'm Dancer! I'm still coping with the devastating loss of my person. Since arriving at LHS, I have been moving through the world like a girl who remembers exactly what love felt like, and is a little wrecked by not knowing where it went. I want affection, I do. You can see it all over me. In the way I linger nearby. In the way I look like I'm about to come all the way in, then stop myself at the last second. I am shy, but it is the shyness of a heart that has already been broken, not one that has nothing to give.

And still, I am Dancer, which means I am not built for fading into the wallpaper. I have things to say. I will offer my tiny comments from across the room, inspect your business with great curiosity, and very seriously consider joining you before pretending it was my decision the whole time. I am affectionate in that achy, almost-there way right now, full of potential and brave little try-agains. Sit still long enough, keep your voice soft, and watch me turn those hesitant steps into something real.