2023-10-01

Learning to love my soul.

2021-10-10

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

2024-02-28

Me gustaría ver como crece este arbol

2023-08-21

Every piece of writing can become a tree.

2024-05-28

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

2022-09-16

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

2021-12-14

I feel like I'm drowning inside

2021-10-15

Ik voel me blij en gelukkig

2024-07-01

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

2021-12-01

Bruxelles ma belle cité!!

2023-08-03

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

2021-12-01

Cup of tea with mi nan!

2021-10-12

ik wil deze tool eens testen

2021-10-09

I wear the black for the happy and the beaten down

2022-09-18

Espero que hoy estes mejor

2022-09-05

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

2021-10-09

Ik ben super blij met mijn ps5

2024-02-01

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

2022-01-11

The Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with One Step

2021-10-09

Ik sta hier met mijn mond vol tanden.

2024-01-12

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

2023-02-13

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.

2022-02-10

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

2024-05-13

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.