BALLOONS!

There is a thing called
there is this fuel called
we can fly balloons on this fuel called
fairweather storms are all in yr head
oh there is this thing called.....

there is thing a thing called
this is all called

WE CAN FLY BALLOONS ON THIS FUEL CALLED!

join my room

vandaag kwam mijn vader op het geniale idee om een kerstslinger met lichtjes op te hangen in mijn kamer. en ik moet toegeven, het is eigenlijk best vet! ik ben de laatste tijd bezig geweest om mijn kamer te veranderen, en ook al is het nog lang niet af, hier deel ik alvast wat foto's met jullie :D

AMSTERDAM

ik zou vandaag naar Amsterdam gaan, maar door het slechte weer reden er geen treinen. Dus hier maar wat foto's om in de sfeer te blijven :D

come to mama

yeaaaaah, begin januari van MIJ!

growing up

"i'm still learning to master the art of growing up, and let me tell you, it's a long process. full of tripping, saying something you regret, getting grounded, blaming others for something you did, staying up late, trying to fit in, pigging out and laughing too hard. taking pictures, singing too loud to old songs, getting bad grades, fighting with parents, spending money too fast and backstabbing friends. falling too fast, trying to hold onto something that simply won't last. lending a hand, giving advice, dressing to impress, trying to look nice. putting on an act, fooling no one but yourself, learning to forgive and to put your pride on the shelf. rainy Mondays and crazy Saturday nights, secret tears cried when you turn off the lights. making a complete fool of yourself in front of everyone. not taking life seriously, just having fun. life is a rollercoaster; it ain't no merry go round. there are times when it's up and times when it's down. but at the very end when you get off the ride, you realize you've had the time of your life."

VANS VANS VANS VANS VANS

het leven is een feestje

your definitely the nicest thing i've ever seen

All I know is that you're so nice,
You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.

I wish I was your favourite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile, was your favourite smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I wish you couldn't figure me out,
But you always wanna know what I was about.
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.
Basically, I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn't eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen;
I wish that we could see if we could be something

don't you wanna be a hippie?

old love

ken je dat, dat je iets terug vind waarvan je bijna was vergeten dat je het had? ik kwam deze deze all stars tegen in een hoekje, uit groep 7, en bijna vergeten dat ik ze had. maar nu draag ik ze weer alsnooit tevoren. En ach, als ik ze zat ben, verstop ik ze gewoon en vind ze over een halfjaartje weer terug.

lichttentoonstelling + lange sluitertijd =

sorry peeps, ik was te lui om te bewerken, dus hier the real deal.

loesje is cool

RAWR

growing up

"i'm still learning to master the art of growing up, and let me tell you, it's a long process. full of tripping, saying something you regret,
getting grounded, blaming others for something you did, staying up late, trying to fit in, pigging out and laughing too hard. taking pictures,
singing too loud to old songs, getting bad grades, fighting with parents, spending money too fast and backstabbing friends. falling too fast, trying to hold onto something that simply won't last. lending a hand, giving advice, dressing to impress, trying to look nice. putting on an act, fooling no one but yourself, learning to forgive and to put your pride on the shelf. rainy Mondays and crazy Saturday nights, secret tears cried when you turn off the lights.
making a complete fool of yourself in front of everyone. not taking life seriously, just having fun. life is a rollercoaster; it ain't no merry go round. there are times when it's up and times when it's down. but at the very end when you get off the ride, you realize you've had the time of your life."

<3

I like how our bodies melt together so perfectly
I like how you make me feel safe and invincible like nothing can hurt me when we are together
I like the way you make me feel

positive wall

geweldig idee, een positief behangetje. elke dag blij wakker worden :D
helaas is mijn portemonnee er niet zo positief over, blij wakker worden kost namelijk €200..

p.s. kijk ook eens op de site van
Maartje Kuiper, de bedenkster.

XOXO

my boy builds coffins

My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care

My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please

My boy builds coffins he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you

My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same

My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when each one's been made, he can't see it again
He crafts every one with love and with care
Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair

My boy builds coffins he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you

voor de noobs onder ons, coffins zijn doodskisten.

wear a smile

one size, fits all.

CHAMPANGE!

YAY
belly love bestaat!
vernoemd naar het gelijknamige liedje van The Kooks, een liedje over buik liefde dus.
nu heb ik niet speciaal een grote liefde voor buiken, maar het klinkt lekker dus whatevaaah.

nu zou het gebruikelijk zijn als ik wat over mezelf ging vertellen, maar eigenlijk zou ik gewoon willen zeggen: blijf gewoon mijn blog volgen en je ziet het vanzelf. ik drop hier namelijk gewoon alles wat mij bezig houdt; liedjes, foto's, citaten, hersenpinsels, you name it. tot laterrrrr!

XOXO