The undergrowth provides ample damp and ample shade, collaborative efforts cheer from the canopy, leaves rustle and shoots snake, to create magical weaves, energy physically represented in a mosaic of plentiful ways

De kat krabt de krollen van de trap

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

Expect nothing, appreciate everything.

Ik ben super blij met mijn ps5

This is a test. Does this actually work?

I took a huge fucking shit in the toilet last night after eating ten tacos

Ik streef naar authenticiteit door kritisch denken en oprechte eerlijkheid. Nieuwsgierigheid, ijver en zorgvuldigheid zijn eigenschappen die perfect bij mij passen.

I wish I could connect as well as the trees

I just don't know what to do with myself

De boodschap ligt vaak in wat niet gezegd wordt

Als je begint te klagen denk dan even na om te vertragen.

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.

Licht door de ramen, je had de controle en tanden waren bijzaak.

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

Uitgaan is een kuur voor een gezwollen keel geweest. Wie had dat verwacht?

You live in the memory of magic And I long for your reply The moment has passed and you are gone Because the magic never lasts

Espero que hoy estes mejor ❤️‍🩹

How do you feel now? I told you, I told you, I'm fine.

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"

Every piece of writing can become a tree.

I enjoy the evening in good company

It's a sad sad story oohoohooh

Sleeping and caring is also working