Can’t Help Falling In Love (Elvis Presley Cover)

Take my hand, take my whole life too.

For Em.

I’m back home again…Seeing as how many followers I lost in the past two weeks I guess people got a bit annoyed by all my “oh look at us being all happy”-posts with Em but I just have to write one last post before I jump in the shower and wash off the long flight.I think of the past two weeks this might be my favourite picture of Em (even though she’ll probably hate it). It’s slightly out of focus, I’m not even in it and we took far cuter ones together but this is how I always remember her. Whether we were in Amsterdam or in Phoenix, I always found myself sitting opposite her at some point in a little coffee place or restaurant and she would always give me this look. This “why are you staring at me?”-look. Whenever I’m with her I can’t help but stare because she is so beautiful. Inside and out. I saw her for the first time on tumblr many months ago and thought she was really pretty. Then I got to know her better and actually got to be with her in real life and saw that, on top of being beautiful on the outside, she has a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul. That’s why I was always staring at her, because I didn’t just see a pretty girl but I saw all that. I got to be with her for the past two weeks and I’ve never been happier. I’ve never felt more proud than to walk down the street holding her hand.Being back home again in cold and windy Holland really feels like defeat and like I’m missing half of me. It scares the shit out of me not knowing when I’ll see her again but I know I will.She’s the greatest. 

I’m back home again…
Seeing as how many followers I lost in the past two weeks I guess people got a bit annoyed by all my “oh look at us being all happy”-posts with Em but I just have to write one last post before I jump in the shower and wash off the long flight.
I think of the past two weeks this might be my favourite picture of Em (even though she’ll probably hate it). It’s slightly out of focus, I’m not even in it and we took far cuter ones together but this is how I always remember her. Whether we were in Amsterdam or in Phoenix, I always found myself sitting opposite her at some point in a little coffee place or restaurant and she would always give me this look. This “why are you staring at me?”-look.
Whenever I’m with her I can’t help but stare because she is so beautiful. Inside and out. I saw her for the first time on tumblr many months ago and thought she was really pretty. Then I got to know her better and actually got to be with her in real life and saw that, on top of being beautiful on the outside, she has a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul. That’s why I was always staring at her, because I didn’t just see a pretty girl but I saw all that. 
I got to be with her for the past two weeks and I’ve never been happier. I’ve never felt more proud than to walk down the street holding her hand.
Being back home again in cold and windy Holland really feels like defeat and like I’m missing half of me. It scares the shit out of me not knowing when I’ll see her again but I know I will.
She’s the greatest. 

Toulouse and I miss Em :(

Toulouse and I miss Em :(

Tonight, Em only wants to be referred to as Yeezy World Peace.

I have no problem with that.

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Put A Blue Ribbon On My Brain having a Pabst Blue Ribbon…or two.

Put A Blue Ribbon On My Brain having a Pabst Blue Ribbon…or two.

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Party cat partying hard.

Things I like about America:

  • Netflix

I’m now going to make it my mission to watch all Parks and Rec episodes in two weeks. 

PS: (On top of the whole love thing, of course) Em is pretty much my favourite person to hang out with ever.

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Made it to Phoenix (Star Wars blanket and Chewbacca the cat just out of shot)

Made it to Phoenix (Star Wars blanket and Chewbacca the cat just out of shot)

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Home

In less than one week I go home, also known as Phoenix, Arizona. I’ve never been there (I’ve never even been in the US) but the girl I lost my heart to lives there so, after four long months, it feels like I’m finally going home.
Even though I’m nervous about making my connecting flight and knowing from experience that long legs and airplanes aren’t a great combination, I couldn’t be more excited. My tumblr will either not be updated for two weeks or be filled with obnoxious “oh look at us being all happy together” posts but you guys just have to put up with that, I guess.
I’m looking forward the most to the little things that I’ve missed so much: knees touching under the table during dinner, giving her a forehead kiss while we have to wait for the traffic light to turn green, holding her hand, educating her about Star Wars…basically, just being able to look at her without a computer screen or any other form of technology.

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My love

My love for you is not the chords.
My love for you is not the voice.
My love for you is not the beat.
My love for you is not the music on the sheet.

It’s neither the black keys nor the white, not the left hand or the right.
It’s not reaching for a high note or breaking a guitar, not the sound of longing in each and every bar.

My love for you is not sung by me or him or her.
My love for you is not a composition one can easily learn.
It’s not the solo in the middle, not the beginning or the end.
It’s not the encore of our favourite band.

My love for you is the silence hidden in between.
The echo after every note, holding what has been.
Anticipating what will come and what we both have seen.
My love for you is felt between the chorus and the verse.
Lifting hands of piano keys, letting go of strings.
Exhaling after every word, hearing what one sings.

My love for you is everywhere, it’s the fabric of the song.
It surfaces during every pause, however short or long.
It’s there before the music starts and stays after the final chord ends.
My love for you, my dear, is not played by any instruments.

My love for you is written
by kisses,
by chords played by my fingers on your skin.
By hearts that beat the music through our veins until our eyes will sing the silence in between.

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Update of my life:

  • I got a new apartment two weeks ago
  • The last owner apparently had an aversion to soap and water because I’ve spent the past week cleaning this place.
  • Since the landlord is replacing part of the kitchen I have to resort to fastfood for dinner (cue jokes of me getting fat…as if)
  • No matter how many setbacks I had to endure the past week, spending an hour listening to my little nephew talk about his “glitter powers”, watching my oldest nephew re-enact his latest basketball game and getting kisses from my little niece made everything better again.
  • One more week until I see St. Vincent, a month and a half until I see the one I miss so much these days.  

That was definitely the most girly place I’ve ever been to. Needless to say, I loved it. 
Might’ve had something to do with the photographer though… 

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Two of my favourite things.

Two of my favourite things.