School is kut, School is stom als die trut van frans begint over pase compose draai ik die haar nek om

I love Bruxelles and all my Friends.

conservatism has but one proposition: to whit, that there are in-groups that the law should protect and not bind, and out-groups that the law should bind but not protect.

Authenticiteit draag ik bij me, al was het in steen gegrift. Op basis van mijn overtuigingen wil ik met een nieuwsgierige blik mijn omgeving zorgvuldig opnemen en creatief vormgeven aan harmonie binnen zowel relaties als het materiaal dat ik gebruik. Leren en me verwonderen aan de uitblinkers in de samenleving werkt als een inspiratie voor mij. Een maatschappij waar iedereen vriendelijk met elkaar kan omgaan, past het best bij mij. Ik kijk uit naar wat de toekomst brengt.

The only way of actually gaining control is to let go of it. Pantha rei.

It’s carnival with the German crew. Still getting used to the music but I’m here because of the people.

Lia is de mooiste, liefste en grappigste van heel de wereld. En ze is mijn metekindje, hoera hoera hoera!

Vandaag het ontheemd gevoel bijna verwerkt

i am drinking a hot toddie

De bedoeling van de wereld is kristalhelder Zo klaar als een klontje suiker in de koffie

Gaan we trouwen of vliegen?

Home Let me go home Home is wherever I´m with you

i am drinking a hot toddie and i like it

met mijn flashy-roze onderbroek doe ik alsof tristesse niet bestaat

waarom ben ik zo moe?

Ik ben zo ongelukkig

The firm sand under his feet seemed to push back at him.

ik wil meer loslaten, niet zo veel piekeren

Vandaag ben ik echt in form. Ik vond de lezing superinteressant.

I just don't know what to do with myself

So I will share this room with you and you can have this heart to brake.

The pain from within my soul yearns to be heard. For I feel so empty from the constant let down and the what seems to be meaningless effort. But I know deep down, even through all my pain, the truth must be told, the truth must be heard. - Cheyenne Martin

The Light Keeper sits on his throne Thrown in the water when he was old All the lights that he kept Captured with fascinated delight The light that would become his hope Is hope the thing that drove him most? Mostly whiskey, then some love Lovely water, but he's alone A lonely man who watches the sea Seems the Keeper has a loan Alone on his rock with the wicked point Pointing to a lost fight Fighting for his precious light 'Light Keeper, why do you sit on your throne' 'Throwing rocks at the sea that stole'

I don't want to sleep. I'm scared I might wake up afterwards. I'd rather stay comfortable under the warmth of the many blankets that are your arms. I don't need to sleep. I mean, of course I do physically, but I mean I don't need to sleep mentally. That's not true It's just so much safer here, isn't it? I don't know. I'm too tired to tell. I guess it's better if I just go to sleep. But I don't want to. But I do want to. Just not alone. So I say "Goodnight" to the creatures in my closet, knowing we have much in common. I say "Goodnight" to the shadows on the wall, that will live and die and live and die and live and die again. And at last I say "Goodnight" to you, void. May your embrace always be as comforting as it is now. "Goodnight" "Goodnight" "Goodnight"