Salutations to whoever stumbled upon my magnificent blog. My name is Alexa. I was born on a hot summer day&I am currently 16 years of age. Slightly obsessed with stuff. Mostly British-y things. So uh..yeah :D
How you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.
- being late
- things i said five minutes ago
- things i said five years ago
- people touching me
- being around a ton of people
- being yelled at
- wondering if people are talking about me
- every action i do
- and just about everything else
this doesnt even need a caption… every girl knows what this is…
i will never not reblog. its too accurate
wait do girls really go in those weird half standing positions and stand on their heads type deal???
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
"did you study for the test"
"the test that’s today"
1x01 / 3x22
"what a d-bag" grumbles the guy shoving a camera in the face of a popstar fresh off a trans-atlantic flight and asking him questions about who gets paid the highest in a band made up of five best friends
I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.