Thursday, 31 December 2015
Tuesday, 29 December 2015
Foto credits: Karen Rosetzsky
Kijk, ik heb een theorie over stormen en mensen. Misschien verschillen we helemaal niet zoveel van elkaar. Ik vind ze zo mooi, omdat de hemel zich soms ook even helemaal moet laten gaan. Want de dag dat jij weg ging, voelde het als donder in mijn hart en flitsen in mijn hoofd, en het stroomden en stroomden wekenlang. En, er is iets ontzettend moois aan natuurlijk ontstane chaos. Als het kon, zou ik zo hard schreeuwen. Net zo rauw als de hemel het laat klinken. Ik zou schreeuwen: 'Fuck you - fuck you voor het feit dat je ging.' En ik zou de planeet laten schudden, gewoon zodat ik achter antwoorden kom. Een storm is als een liefdes verachting. Een storm is als een gebroken hart.
Tuesday, 3 November 2015
Photos: Hand Luggage Only.
Monday, 27 July 2015
Three weeks (!!) ago we arrived in Valencia in this gorgeous, beautiful castle. At least that's the name we gave our home for the week. Not exactly our style, but it was homely and we loved it. As you may have noticed, the weather in The Netherlands isn't that warm and pleasant as it was a few weeks ago. Which means we're all sitting on our couches in our PJ's scrolling through old photos and every film Netflix has to offer. So on, I of course bumped into the uncountable amount of pictures we took during our stay in Spain. I miss it!
No shit Sherlock So I'm already planning my next trip. In the first two weeks of August I'll be heading to Upton Bishop in the UK and Brussels in Belgium (both family visits). For now, I'm going to enjoy Channing Tatum dancing around in his undies and enjoy my lazy Sunday...
Saturday, 25 July 2015
This photo was taken by friends while messing around in Valencia just before dinner. Key words are: messing around and friends. When I moved to Amsterdam last year I never had the fear of being alone. Most of my friends already lived in the city I was about to live in and my parents are practically around the corner, so homesickness never really came to mind. Now that I have arrived home in an empty house after spending almost two weeks with friends, I have the empty nest syndrome. It's like all my kids have left for university or something. It's absolutely astoundingly surprising how easily and fast you get used to having people around.
Just like relationships. Some are here to stay, but most of them come and go. You meet someone truly great, have several good dates, everything is new and fresh, you hang out for several months and then somehow you wake up and just know that things changed. You can't put your finger on it. It's like you wake up without teeth and you don't need a mirror to know they're gone. You're slowly losing bits of the other one and eventually there's not much to hold on to anymore. At that moment you have to make the decision to either let it go and move on with your life, or you keep the hope up that something is going to change and the relationship is going to be the way it was before. Which - in my opinion - is never working. The time you've had together was great, but it was meant to end eventually. There will be someone else, and let's be honest. It's not so bad to be single!? Sometimes it can be lonely, but those are times when I'll just ring up my friends.