My name is Hayley and I'm 5'3" ball of energy and song. I am what some would refer to as "hyperactive" though that sounds far too clinical. Basically, I'm your typical teenage girl with a twist. I'm still growing and learning, and I won't pretend to be anyone besides myself. When you can't find me at home on tumblr, at school in an AP or Honors class, or at my church, 99% of the time you can find me on stage. The stage is my home and my heart, and I intend to spend the the rest of my life there. If we haven't spoken before, that's stupid and we should. In the meantime, shoot me an ask or reblog something, and I guarantee I will like you. Love & Musicals, Hayleycakes <3

"Be curious, not judgmental." -Walt Whitman

I don’t fucking understand. 

I didn’t do anything. I was hanging out with your brother. We washed your fucking car. Why do you always have to be like this? What the fuck did I do to deserve this? You’re seriously such a prick some times, I don’t understand why the fuck I put up with you. You don’t deserve me. I didn’t even try to force you to talk to me or anything. You could have been fucking polite, but no. Fuck you, Buddy.