Don't look back. You’re not going that way.🤗

Thank you, Meals on Wheels. You not only deliver food but also friendship.

Expect nothing, appreciate everything.

I would say: hydro-feminism.

Cup of tea with mi nan!

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

Nutrios juntos para siempre 🥰

But of my silence made you leave, than that would be my worst misstake

Losing control, keep in desire

Dorothy, my dear Ik schrijf je dit gedicht met mijn ogen dicht tegen de wand van mijn slaapkamer muur Dorothy, liefste Ik dans met genoegen je liedje na Met de wollensokken in de wasmand verder op de gang Hij draagt de naam 'dierbaarste' net als mijn onderzoekende schrijfstijl Hey Dorothy! Ik zing je dit lied omdat ik je graag zien mag Zelf nu nog, na het zieke pyjama-feestje In het nog ziekere zwembad Het hare Haar huid Haar pijn Haar geel gekleurde nagels De jouwe, Dorothy

your such a turdywinkle furry wurry cadey wadey

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

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"

Placing the ball in a net

Hoera! Alexander danst op het ritme van het leven!

I wish you a merry christmas

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

Martin is making spaces for the smart eggs of MIT

Levenslust en liefde is t belangrijkste i' het leven.

I'm mostly moody at mornings.

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

I am grateful for the colleagues I have who bring such enthusiasm, love and kindness to their work, every single day.

I’m gooooooooooooood

I feel like a bad bitch, I am a bad bitch