My name is Serena I'm 16 years old I live in Sweden. I'm half Swedish and half Algerian.
There's only one Serena Nilsson and that's me (and trust me there's only one like me). I play handboll and watch a lot of american series like The Vampire Diaries, Revenge, Hart of Dixie, Pretty Little Liars and a lot more. I also listen to a lot of music.
I love Eminem, Linkin Park, Demi Lovato, Roxette and a lot of others. As you see I have a very varied style of music.
I'm not afraid of anything or anyone, because I'm true to myself and live my life as I want. I love my friends and family - and my true love, Cristiano Ronaldo!
I truly hate spaghetti Bolognese.
Love from me!
Reblogged from freewillwriting
A/N: I have the worst time trying to write funny things because I’m not funny at all but I hope you like this anyway! Sorry it took so long. ^^; I actually quite liked writing this so I’m crossing my fingers you find it funny.
Reblogged from i-do-what-i-want-bitch
"Y/N..you’re a very maternal woman, you know that?" Cas randomly asks one day at the bunker.
"Umm…I guess so, yeah?" you reply, slightly baffled.
"How would you feel if I told you that you’re going to be pregnant in the near future?" Cas asks, carefully watching your face for a reaction.
"….what?" you say, completely confused.
"You heard.." Cas replies, with a sassy tone.
"Well, um, that’s good! I think, wait, who? What?…huh?" you spit out.
"The father is Dean." he states.
"……." you look at him like he’s crazy.
"What." Dean butts in.
"YOU HAVE TO NAME IT AFTER ME." Sam yells with excitement.
"But what if it’s a girl, Sam?" Cas asks, turning his attention to him.
Dean looks so freaked out and you can’t help but laugh, whilst you place your hand on your not yet bloated stomach.
"Well, um, I can’t believe that…" Dean says as he sits down next to you and puts his hand on top of yours.
Reblogged from niallerhorun
You know when you’re drowning you don’t actually inhale until right before you black out. It’s called voluntary apnea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. Then when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore, it’s… it’s actually kind of peaceful.
Reblogged from qhoebestonkin
“I love a love story and I believe in true romance. I do believe in listening to your mind as well and that you need to be smart about certain things - to protect yourself. You need a healthy mix of both really, but it’s important not to think so much that you’re not able to follow your heart.”