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Allidesire is a Literature and Linguistics student, a songwriter, musician, TV Host, actress and singer. Hit mr smiley for more.
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Tired.
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wowww
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Bab M J Buelens
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butterdax:

fernwah:

next time hopefully 

Urgh


Kinda sums up today. We didn’t. So it didn’t change.
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Yannick’s perfecto during our trainride. #ootd #hands #leather #vintage #fashion #black #man
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It was about time I started doing this again. #writing #recording
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pill-y:

Babe
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Some days are better than others. #warm #humid #antwerp
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Sushi. Zao Wang. #zaowang #antwerp
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There’s this beast inside all of us. A reckless creature eating and refeeding our hearts with a glazing fuel we call love. Sometimes it hides in the depths of our ignorance and then it only comes out at night, when we carelessly overthink our sorrows. It could pass like a breath, fleeing fast, painfully stomping it’s way through the darkest red. But most of the time it stays for a while, builds a home out of our vessels and veins, connecting scars as a roof. We could try to kill the imprudent individual and while some of us may even attempt to do so others will remain calm and accept the slaughtering of their hearts. It’s the acceptance that tires the most. 
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Sometimes we make indelible mistakes. In our minds we draw unerasable lines and as we move on, further away from those marks, somehow it always hits us. We always regret. And the point is: at that one single moment everything turns around. You try to run back to the place you come from but when you finally get there, it’s already too late. Right at that very same border the person or people we left already moved on. They say that everybody leaves and it’s true. But in this case it’s not right to cry over it, because you are the one that left first. And there’s a much bigger problem related to the previous one, because whilst drawing that line, that mark, that border, we forget that we’re not only drawing it for the others, but we’re also drawing it for ourselves. In this state of uneasiness and grief we become weak creatures. We could try to cross but there will always be this red traffic light staring and piercingly yelling to let go. We are the fearless who became the fearful. 
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We all need a break sometime.