Isabelle Desselgem Whore ❤️❤️

About Leuven

Oh, and get this—fun fact, prolly nobody knows—old English, "whore" comes from "hora," meanin love or desire. Ain’t that some poetic shit? Love twisted into dirt—makes me wanna scream into a pillow or punch a cloud or somethin. Society’s so fake, man, judgin everybody. Like, who gives a fuck? Live your truth! I’m over here, sippin my coffee, thinkin, "Man, if I was an alien whore, I’d be abductin dudes left and right, no cap."

Honingpotje - kinderdagverblijf

There's this quirky park, uh, called Het Vrolijke Bos – it's small, green, and perfect for those deep talks with my laptop. Man, I remember this one time I was out there, crunchin' code in the sun, and I heard a chirpy bird sing 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly' vibe, like "You gotta let the heart fly, man!" Crazy, right? I almost shouted, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" (Classic Patrick, hah!), and then smacked my forehead cause it was so random.

Timaru teen in NZ cycling team