Greetings all you figments of my imagination. Or maybe I'm a figment of yours...hmmm...An 18 year old figment that goes by the name of Nia and resides in New York.Nice to greet you.I have talents and likes that most wouldn't expect.I draw, so I am an artist.I write, so I am a story teller and a poet.I play the violin, so I am a musician. I speak words in melodies and rhythms, so I am a singer. I am curious and eager to learn, so I am a student. I am not like you, so I am different. I do not label myself, so I am me.Don't let my strangeness scare you off for it may be the very thing that lures you into my odd imagination.....
why do boys call other boys “pretty boy” as an insult???? that’s probably the most flattering thing anyone could ever say to me?? call me pretty boy. tell me im the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen
things that are way harder than they should be:
- spreading cold butter on soft bread
- getting a good education
- sacrificing a child for the glory of our lord satan in public
- loving whoever you want
- getting asked to go on a date i mean seriously damn