“You know you are too young for this” is what most parents would say, 

when you want to taste your first sip of cold beer to then give it to you anyway.

There was a time where I had two homes.

stairwell of darkness,

ribbons of candy,

footsteps in the lion’s den,

the lonely hour of men.

In Rotterdam, I stand behind the bar.

Happy New Year! I hope this one will be your best yet; no pressure.

The end demands beginnings.

New Year is a time of joy in anticipation of miracles.

At the beginning of every year, we often find ourselves rushing to get our life put together.

I was scrolling through TikTok, the universal pastime of anyone in a procrastination spiral (you know exactly what I mean), when a video about Postcrossing popped up.

When I first arrived at university, I remember being completely overwhelmed by the massive river of bikes flowing through every corner of the campus.

Ripped off fake lashes coated in the smell of temptation.

They always say Icarus fell in summer.

there’s this individual that had lived everywhere and anywhere.

My parents called and told me

they were redecorating.