Things I Always Have With Me

Or at least, almost always. These things are in general somewhere around if I’m there, and not having them often makes me nervous. Of course I’m not including the logic stuff such as an ID and money.

1. My Rings

I have three rings I wear daily. As soon as I put them on, I know I’m supposed to be awake. How could I possibly start my day without them? That’s near to imossible. One of them I’ve been wearing for about 5 years now – which for a young person as me is really much.

2. Earrings

I so love earrings. They’re the easiest way to change an outfit. If you know where to look they’re not even expensive. I feel like they are like a framework for my face, and I like the way they feel. When I’m in public and not wearing earrings, either I really really forgot, or I feel very bad. There is no other option. I’ve got a nice little collection by now, so I can always vary. That’s so nice.

3. Water

Preferably 1,5 l. I always carry water around, unless I go out (then I assume we’ll go somewhere you can buy drinks). Water is my thing. While other people in my class keep bying coke or that kind of thing, I’m drinking my water. It just feels a lot safer. What if you get thirsty? Imagine! It’s such a horrific idea that I always need my bottle. Give me my bottle and I feel safe.

4. Chewing gum

Imagine having bad breath – ew. I don’t want to be one of the people about whom the others say her breath smells, but she doesn’t realize. And I like mint. It helps to get the taste of food get away. Sometimes it’s really annoying to keep on ‘tasting’ the food you’ve had. I’m kind of an addict by now, but hey, I could be addicted to drugs as well, so I don’t think this is too bad.

5. Tissues

You never know when you catch a cold or spill something or whatever. These little packs of tissues are everywhere in my bags. Just in case.


What are you always carrying around and for what reason?

Inexplicable loves

1. Tartan shirts

A few days ago, I was at a party with a guy I had seen once before. He wore a tartan shirt, so I said: “Nice shirt!” He laughed and said: “Thanks – you also said that the first time we met.” “Was it a tartan shirt?” I asked. And have a guess, it was… I can spot them from miles away, and if you’re wearing one, you’ll get complimented by me. That’s for sure. I don’t know why I love tartan so much. That’s what makes it an inexplicable love… I could probably have a wardrobe filled with either black clothes or tartan. In all possible colours (red on top though).

I see you’re wearing tartan. Your personality is irrelevant.

2. Leather jackets

When entering a shop, I always immediately run to the leather jackets when present. I’ve got one (fake leather, that is), and it’s my greatest love. One of my best friends even told me she saw me with that jacket the first time we met, and she immediately liked it. Greatest moment of my life. (More or less.) They are so very cool, they fit with everything, they are sort of badass without being too manly and so on. I’ve got mine for two years now, or something like that, and it’s still a pleasure to wear it. It makes my bike feel like a motor cycle. Aww yeah!

Instant coolness.

3. Violins.

If a song contains violins, there’s hardly any chance I will not like it. It’s one of the most beautiful instruments I can think of, and I’d love to play it, if I could. Obviously I can’t, and my life is filled with too many other things to take lessons. But that’s okay. I’ll just enjoy it in songs and stuff.

4. Earrings

Jewels in general make me drool, but earrings are even worse. That’s why I got myself four places to put one, I guess… You can feel rings too hard, when I wear one I never wear, I feel it for days even when not wearing it. Necklaces can ruin a beautiful T-shirt, or they are disturbing, hanging there. The same for bracelets. But earrings, you have so many earrings and they don’t even have to be expensive, and there’s no reason for them to break, and they can really add something and- oh well, you get my point. I’m very happy I finally had the guts to get my helix… It’s already a part of me. Very fancy.

I couldn’t choose one image, so I give you this awesome duckling instead.

5. The 80s guitar sound

It’s no secret I like 80s music, but there’s also a lot of contemporary music I like starring an 80s guitar. I only realized this when my parents were like ‘sounds very 80s!’. Guitars are ever awesome, but 80s guitars rule them all. I simply can’t resist them… Here are some examples of songs I liked without realizing they sound pretty 80s like: Elephants – Warpaint, R U Mine? – Arctic Monkeys, Shewolf – Intergalactic Lovers. They’ve all been showed here already.

What are your inexplicable loves?

The Age of Freedom

I’m eighteen. That’s young. And yet, by now I’m old enough to know certain things. Like: I’m quite a pussy. People mostly don’t bite (they claw). If I say I will never do something, I will eventually do it or at least have the intention to do it.

There are some other things I learnt as well. With the years passing by, I started to realize that I’m not a ‘cool’ person. When you’re fourteen, you just want to fit in, you want to be like the cool ones, you will dress and behave the way people you admire do. But now I know I’m not like the popular girls, I’ve never been like them, will never be like them, and actually, I don’t even want to be like them. We are different. That’s fine. That’s even better than fitting in! Observing the cool people of my school has led to the conclusion that being cool means: texting all the time, having nothing to tell really, having no special interest in things like history, being not very open-minded and so on. Okay, maybe that’s quite a ‘black’ image of the cool guys. I mean that coolness has more to do with superficial stuff. I want to be more.

I’m that girl who loves classical music and post punk and metal and rock. I’m that girl who loves ballet and dancing in disco’s, who doesn’t like meat but likes look-a-like leather, the one who enjoys reading Lolita as much as reading Glamour. I’m also that girl who dresses differently from anyone else in my former high school. I wasn’t scared of wearing a T-shirt with a cut-away back or fishnet stockings.

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Now that is what makes me different. I’m open minded towards people. If you’re covered in tattoos, I’ll be interested in what they stand for. If you have blue hair, I’ll like you because you are different. There’s nothing wrong with being average, but it starts being wrong when you are average because you don’t dare to wear what you like. One day, when I wore my fishnet stockings, a classmate said she liked it, but she wouldn’t dare to wear it herself. That is sad. You shouldn’t be scared that easily. I’m quite sure I was judged by many people for wearing those stockings, but why should I care? It’s not my problem if they don’t like it. I like it and that will do for me.


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(Look at my hair!)

This is the age of freedom – whatever you wear, you’ll be forgiven, because you’re still young. Why not take the chance to just wear what you want?

By now, I’ve learned which kind of clothes fits me, which don’t, and so on. Getting to this point, I no longer need to feel uncomfortable about what I wear. I know what I like, I know what likes me, so I do not longer care about other people’s opinion. What the hell, I just wear what I want to wear. It’s my piece of freedom.


*and again!*

This earring is my newest love. I know there aren’t too many people who like it, but I definitely do. Earrings in general are tempting for me. This one in particular because it is so different from the others. I should thank my parents too in this story. They are open-minded too. My mother even helped me finding fishnet stockings. How many mothers would do that?


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And those pants are equally as great! When taking this kind of pictures, you are likely to have ten fails for every good pic. I had no photographer around. The stones were bloody hot. The sun shone merciless. But I had a great time, and the result is some great pictures.
I tried to capture the freedom of my age. Enjoy these pics while I’ll be celebrating my freedom abroad for a few days!


*and finally, the last one, removed like all the others*

(Celebrate freedom: sit down and don’t do a fuck.)

*All these pictures are mine, all rights reserved, copyright, blahblahblah. They’ll be taken offline again. My greatest nightmare is that someone steals my pics or discovers my identity. So watch but don’t touch.*

*As you might see, I’ve removed all the pictures. Sorry.*