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