Blue Ink
It’s a normal day, ink pouring in pores of my skin, staining blue veins. It’s okay. It’s Just my thoughts smeared in the heel of my palm. Smudges of warmth…
It’s a normal day, ink pouring in pores of my skin, staining blue veins. It’s okay. It’s Just my thoughts smeared in the heel of my palm. Smudges of warmth…
Not even gold-plated but a mock, humbly made and humbly bought; Yet still I mock you, your moon face and flat plains of body, the slivers of woman there, but…
I’d been dating this guy for six weeks. He was sweet, kind, charming – all the good stuff. It was going great. One night at 2am, a conversation spiralled out…
After 3 years of an intense bachelor’s degree focused on economics, math, and sustainability, and a gap year (also in Maastricht), I wanted to continue studying, but a subject for…
The world bleeds beauty Leaks it like ink Into every existing Atom of things. The world bleeds beauty Pulsates and pumps it And drums it…
A University Experience Maastricht is a beautiful city in Limburg, Southern Netherlands. It prides itself as an international student city, with an impressive array of university faculties spanning both sides…
Death: I didn’t expect it. Why rush to collect your debts, why choose that moment to shear his breath from body, to empty his vessel, released from duty; Why that…