Hello! Tia, here! Just an ordinary girl with a passion for music, flowers, and baking. I'll try my best to make you the happiest I can so don't feel too shy to come say hello!
((This is an RP/personal hybrid blog. I RP as myself. I want to see how my muse!self would react in certain situations. I try to keep Tia as true to myself as I can get.))
headcanon: Tia likes to talk. A LOT.
Tia is used to her weirdness and eccentric moments driving people away, especially those she really likes (and she likes everyone) with the exception of her best friends. So she is genuinely surprised when people like her enough to be friends with her. Any she almost cannot fathom the reason why when people in the past have asked her out on dates because of this. So honestly, if anyone is nice enough to be her friend then she will latch onto them for life all the while wondering why.
Is there
M U S I C in your head?
Have you
=followed= where it lead?
And been <graced> with the *taste*
of the {b e a u t y} underneath?
How very true… Tia may be able to give her love freely and wear her heart on her sleeves. But there is a part of her that keeps herself under lock and key, never giving too much to a love or someone that she holds in that respect, for fear of having the cycle of her mother and her mother before her and her mother before her repeat itself again in her. And there are many many secrets that she has hidden away in her heart underneath all the smiles and happiness.
‘Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh
I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o’er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead
So soon may I follow when friendships decay
And from love’s shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
Sometimes, Tia would feel rather lonely as a child. Her mother was working hard at her job and her father was always passed out drunk, or angry. Either way, she had to play alone, with only her shadow for company. Most of the time, I did not bother her. But, once in a while, it did.
30.) And finally: Write a letter to your character, from yourself.
Dear muse!self,
Well this is actually funny considering that technically I’m writing a letter to myself. But anywho, have fun with the life that you are given and be the happiest you can be. That’s all you can really ask for out of life. I enjoy rping as you who is me and I look forward to exploring and discovering more about you and me.
Wishing you happiness,
Your mundane.
