Le vague se fait en marchant

I miss

sound quiet




april heartbeat

march ever campion



fin septembre

il y a un an


boom om hoog

(in dutch it’s a reverent


in the throat)


the journey begins


your tears made a wave

of love in my heart

without me even


nor hearing



tell me



that can





Title translation: the wave is made by walking

Please… whatever you find, please keep an open mind. And remember I’m incompletely divine, or completely un-divine. As well as forgetful and disorganized. Thanks for all that you are. A brilliant shining star. 💞🌊❤︎🔆💕

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