Sometimes I wonder

About Meaningless Things

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so last night just as it turned midnight my dad came up to me with this large, framed poem that he had written himself for my birthday. It was the sweetest thing in the world, all about watching me grow, and I started crying. (and I never cry.)

I just can’t believe everything’s over. We did it, we finished high school, we got into college, we grew up. It just doesn’t seem real. 

In other news today has been lovely. 


Filed under me also please don't judge me about the Instagram

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quantum-black asked: Happy Birthday, Nikita! You da best Nikita I've ever met <3

bahh thank you Timmy! you da best Timmy I’ve met (and just between you and me I actually know other Timmy’s hehe)

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just-elizabeth asked: Hahahaha qurl I understand that. I too have begun friendships with various forms of creeping

it’s good to know that we are the same person <3

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just-elizabeth asked: Hi Nikita! I feel like I see ya around school a lot and we've never really met so this is me saying hello :)

ahh I always see you in the hallway and think, there’s that pretty girl from Tumblr whom I’ve never spoken to and yet is exceedingly adorable! It’s nice to be formally introduced

p.s. judging solely by the quality of your blog, you seem like a lovely person. let’s be friends.