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I'm Alexander Anderson, I love poetry, music and books.

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I like my bed.

calvin-multiple-hummel:

For, for what? Getting engaged?

No, no, god no. I love you and I’m not sorry for that. I should have told them earlier though.

(Source: alex--anderson)


I like my bed.

calvin-multiple-hummel:

Woah. Alex, you are not a failure, you’re amazing and the love of my life.

I hate hurting people. Especially my brothers… I’m just so sorry.

(Source: alex--anderson)


I like my bed.

calvin-multiple-hummel:

How are things with your brothers? I know they don’t exactly like me.

They’re… I don’t know. And they like you, I think they do anyways. I just… I keep messing things up. I should have listened to people from the start and not started living in this dream where I’m not a failure.

(Source: alex--anderson)


Anonymous asked:
"Yes, please. Thank you."

And you’re very welcome too.


"Text: Um, do you think Kurt likes me? I feel like, as soon as we started dating he ran home... maybe he doesn't think it's working, I'm scared."

Text: He does, I’m sure he does. I haven’t talked t him much lately, but we did have a conversation a while ago. I’m not sure how much he’d want me to tell you, but he really cares about you. Maybe he just needs to figure himself out, he might simply need some time at home to think. I’m sure it’s not a bad sign.


Anonymous asked:
"Food I can eat, maybe?"

I’ll see what I can find and make something out of it then, yes?


Text || Alex
  • Blaine: I know that I hate when Ev's saying that but I'll quote him:
  • Blaine: Whatever.
  • Alex: Blaine... please. Please don't...
  • Alex: I'm sorry, okay? I really am, I just- I'm so incredibly tired of hurting people. So, so much. So I tried to make things right one single time, to tell him first so he wouldn't hurt more than he did already. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I really am. It's just like I said: I never manage to make everyone happy, I always end up screwing up and hurting at least one person. I'm so, so sorry.

"Love you, thanks."

You’re very welcome.


"Text: Alex?"

Text: Riley, yes?