Hello, I'm Nicholas. I go to Oakland University, gonna be in my final year. I'm 20 years old and have no sense of my life but know I love food and will somehow get to the culinary career even if it kills me. I'm a Libra and proud Slytherin.
I had a dream is was going to the Quebradillas by myself and i forgot to pack any clothes and I met this girl named Ingrid and we became friends and we went to buy me clothes that we had 30 minutes to get before the plane took off but then I woke up
i dont say “no” to drugs
i say “no thank you” because i wasnt raised in a fucking barn like some of you hoodlums
In Spanish, we don’t really say “I love you” we say “traeme una cerveza” which roughly translates to “you are the light of my soul” & I think that’s beautiful.