Eternal life.

I'm dying. 

Just like that.

Nothing to worry about.

Everybody dies sooner or later.

I'm dying.

 Every second a little bit more.

Nothing to do about.

Everybody knows it.

I just wished you would see it.

In praise of dreams

In my dreams 

I paint 

like Vermeer van Delft

I speak fluent Greek

and not just with the living...

-Wislawa Szymborska-

New HAIRcolor.

Dearest Bloggers,

Today I was thinking

that it was time 

you finally discovered 

 my 'new look'.

Like you have seen 

on my profile-photo

I had white hair.

But that has changed 

a week ago.

I went back to basic 

and let my hair-stylist 

color it chocolate-brown.

( the curls were for the prom-night at my school )

Breath

You're not alive unless

you live.

Fucked up world.

Words are flying around my head.

I can't catch them,

can't stop them.

I feel like I'm invisible.

Although they're ripping me apart.

I thought love meant forever.

Guess I was wrong.

No semper fi for them.

Blondie.

Dearest Bloggers,

I uploaded a photo

from Deborah Harry,

the singer from Blondie.

A very famous group 

in the seventies!

I think Deborah Harry 

was a huge fashion-icon.

She invented a new style, 

and didn't care what 

people thought of her.

This picture gives an 

impression of her

attitude, which is the

same as mine; What 

the hell!

FLYgirl

I'm not the kind

of person who sits
in the corner of a room,
I'm the kind of
person where
everybody looks at.
I'm a person who takes
risks and is not afraid about
the consequences.
I'm the one that dreams
about things people don't understand.
I breath when everybody
stops breathing.


I'm the kind of person
that lives her life,...
maybe too much.

Seventeen candles to blow out.

Dearest bloggers,

Today, the 5th of May 

I become 17.

So everybody is

invited to my virtual

birthday-party! XD

Camelot

Dearest Bloggers,

don't ask me why

but I just really like these photos!

I always have had a thing 

for Jackie and John.

And on these 

pictures they look so 'normal'.

So no-presidential.

You can almost hear Jackie 

say to her husband:

"Don't look so serious 

John, it doesn't suit you."