tinywoolf

the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. it loosens the ligaments. never mind the misses and the stumbles . - vir...

i remember a path in the village i grew up in.  in any season, the lane lead me to fantasy, to day dreaming and to  inner peace , by th...

from Celine's website : "I am an artist. I color my views in red, yellow and blue. Wish me wel with my fantasy." i've...

we're the old bones, i sometimes feel. because, who's still blogging? thought so. IG stories are rising and that means that so...

today brussels' instruments museum, in the eighties a place to squat.... a little while ago ariane sent me a meme that made my hea...

yesterday's curb love-in-the-mist, fibre tip experiment i wrote a different blog post earlier today. one that i didn't publis...

lille, centre ville this is the one where a feeling of want grips you, where you feel you need to go out on a limb or else. and just ...

a half full jar of poppy seeds, such as i have in my kitchen recently i have done research on what keeping a diary may or may not sta...

brussels' marollen wall graffiti have you noticed to what extent 'free' providers, such as facebook and instagram, have e...

today's excellent clouds party everything back to normal. except. i miss my daily project, my routine, my go-to, my ritual. i wonde...