Hi. I’m Alex.
I’m nineteen and I’m still scared to use the oven.
My favorite things are spaghetti, tattoos, and The Office. In that order.
I believe in love, ghosts, and hard work.
I listen to sad songs when I’m sad, and consider it part of the healing process.
I blush over everything. Seriously, it’s a problem.
I fall in love with sunsets and see sunrises as a new beginning.
I’m funny and I know it. Some may see that as cockiness, I see it as knowing my strengths.
I think hand holding is an underrated form of intimacy.
I believe that a baseball cap and a cardigan can make or break any outfit. But I’m a lesbian with no sense of style, so my opinion doesn’t hold much weight.
Sometimes I find myself praying to a god that I’m not so sure I believe in anymore.
I take fish oil and antacid religiously.
I hate hospitals, sushi, and Cardi B. In no particular order.
The only thing I truly like about myself are my eyelashes. Girls love them.
I’ve been trying to build up the courage to tell this girl that she’s beautiful. But every time I see her I become weak.
I think swearing is a great fuckin’ way to enhance a sentence.
I really don’t think fireworks are impressive. If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ’em all.
I believe that everyone can sing, just not everyone should.
I feel free when I stand in the rain.
I don’t always know where I’m going but I’m always in a hurry to get there.
I feel like I need to save everyone, but I need to learn that it’s okay if the only person I save is myself.
I scream at the tv when watching sports and sob when watching Marley & Me.
I’m still finding out who I am, putting the missing pieces together.
I’m Alex, a little closer.