"I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"

This looks more than promising.

Yes, she did.

Julia Margaret Cameron, photos from Getty.

Don’t you miss your girlfriends and your knights? I do, at least some of them. Very much so.

Last night was a really good night!

Images via Jezebel.

First time I care about anything sports related!

(Even though people can be really annoying and insane and I don’t understand how people can jam a two lane road to celebrate and generally make a super huge useless fuss and get drunk on top of cars and block the entrance to the gas station when we’ve been in a traffic jam for THREE HOURS AGHHHHHHH).

Felicitaciones, chicos!

This is where we started.

Being back home always brings along this routine of self-discovery and apprehension, along with the feeling that I won’t be the same upon returning. Why is it so easy to lose touch with all of this, with who you were born as and grew up to become? It’s quite strange knowing that my life won’t be built around these parts, surrounded by these people who I will always recognize but struggle seeing myself reflected in. All I lived as a child and as a teenager is here, so far away from me that when I revisit these places I can’t help becoming one again.

I’m glad I’ve grown up here and I’m glad I’ve gone away. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t care as much as I do about this place.

I have a flu at the moment and I’ve had a hard time focusing on anything that’s not absolutely brain-numbing. I’ve been playing around with squirrels, though.

Memories.

Fernand Khnopff. Sources 1 + 2, 3.

Went to a Belgian Symbolism exhibition before leaving. My eyes have not yet bounced back from their peaceful bliss.