I am Victoria Paige. I have many stories. We all do. Don't give up on yours.
Classy kids don't plageurize. If it's on my blog and not mine, you'll know.
Hey you. My name is Victoria and I’m bad at introductions.
As for the technicalities, I’m eighteen. I’m homeschooled but mostly in college (it’s kinda complicated ok don’t worry about it). I am ten years old, eighteen years old, twenty-seven years old, and eighty-three years old simultaneously. I’m from St. Louis. I write stuff. I play volleyball. I laugh. I ride dirt bikes. I play guitar, kind of. I mess up. I sing harmony. I play piano. I take pictures. I cry about hockey. I love how tumblrBot tells me it loves me. I love how God proves me wrong every single time.
Things that I think rock are a capella groups, good music, when people’s umbrellas turn inside out, the stars, the city, Swedes, God, my youth group, and glove saves by goalies with attitude.
I encourage you to read my story, which is linked on the sidebar, and ask me anything you wish to know. I promise I won’t mind.
I have a lot of feelings. You don’t have to follow me if they’re gonna drive you nuts. But some of my best friends appreciate me even when they don’t understand what I’m flailing about.