The post in which I explain that I’m having a hard time getting used to Belgian’s rhythm of vagueness, slowness, confusingness and ughness (except, of course, for all the fabulous people here glittering my life. And cats). This is it, these are my feelings: BLAH. Also ;_;. Because randomly brought together semicolons are best for expressing faint dysphoria.

But I have been reunited with my closet and I’m having such a lovely time catching up on good old times with polka dots and Betty Felon bows and omg look at my outfit. And also I’ve been throwing out the stuff I don’t absolutely and wholly love and it just makes everything so so much better and beautiful and colourful and amazing. And omg books.