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𝕮LIPPERS 🅘CON BORDER , £1.50 (estimated $2) PAYHIP.

a: *looks at*

r: *looks back*

[ @ccjongin ]

she sat in the dance studio with little fanfare, the way she always did things. her legs stretched out in front of her, noting almost mechanically that her summer tan was coming back. was that a good thing? probably not, but most days she couldn’t be bothered with sunscreen. melanoma, they told her as if that was the only thing they were concerned about, but she would worry about that later.

her hands reached out in front of her to touch her toes, a little bit of contentment passing through her mind as she found she could touch just a little farther than she could the week before.

plus, she considered the fact of how appalled her parents would have been to find her doing hip hop, of all things. they were always more ballet people ( it was more cultured, apparently ), and the thought gave her an unnecessary amount of gratification. not that it should, but it did.

“so...what did you want to do again?” her hands went behind her, gathering her thick hair together before securing it with an elastic, pulling with two hands just to make sure it was extra tight. she heard that it would make her hairline start receding, but considering the current state of her life, skin melanin and hairlines were the least of her concerns.