Learning to love my soul.

with this i was absolutely sure it would work, but in the end it did not at all.

Me gustaría ver como crece este arbol

Every piece of writing can become a tree.

Alfred and Solonia Johnny, William, Lizzie, Annie ,Maggie, George, Alfred, Fannie, Pearlie, Willie

A page, turning, is a wing lifted with no twin, and therefore no flight. And yet we are moved.

I feel like I'm drowning inside

Ik voel me blij en gelukkig

Goed begonnen is half gewonnen. Wees trots op jezelf. Toon discipline. Blijf creatief, wees vrolijk en verbindend

Bruxelles ma belle cité!!

tres tristes tigres comieron tres trastos de trigo una mañana triste tranquila y tórrida.

Cup of tea with mi nan!

ik wil deze tool eens testen

I wear the black for the happy and the beaten down

Espero que hoy estes mejor

ik moet, ik wil, ik kan niet, ik blokkeer apatisch, gelaten, stil een gefrustreerd gebroken, vond ik het licht maar weer

Ik ben super blij met mijn ps5

All my freinds are toxic all ambitionless so rude and always negative i need new freinds but its not as quiq and easy oh i am drowning

The Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with One Step

Ik sta hier met mijn mond vol tanden.

The woulds and the wouldn'ts i see.... Ah, what magic!

Nada Comes from the latin verb nasci, to be born Nada can also swim. It is nothing, That is, a rest from the obvious. A space densely packed with realities an intensity in silence. Here and there are just directions, the rest I leave to you.

Oh Brother it’s been a painful morning. But the right kind of pain!?

I come from a place where the border is sharp and clear, where the ground I walk on is made of concrete and white lines, allowing no space for speculation. I rethink my notions of border an soil. Far from the metaphysical tradition of dualism, separation and hierarchy, a littoral is a matter of difference. Of one entering the other, washing it out in the kindest of erasures, of erosions, producing affects, feelings made porous.