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my name is yvette [\i-ˈvet\] i’m 18 years old and i live in the netherlands in europe. i’m currently in the 6th year of bilingual education (i take the IB course for english) on secondary school and i intend to study psychology next year. i may even be moving out as of this summer. which is crazy. life is shaping up to be everything i’ve always dreamed about. and i’m here to make those dreams come true.
i post a lot about bands i like and other nice things that interest me. probably things out of my reach. i also rant/rave a lot. and by “a lot” i mean so much that it’ll probably bother you at some point. whether you decide to put up with it is totally up to you. i just like to share my views on things. i like to ask questions because i like to learn to understand people and things. i’d like to hear your side of the story. i’d like to see your part of the world. i’d like to make a change for me, for you, for everyone. however haughty and shallow it may seem, i just can’t imagine a life without making it worthwhile. without leaving something behind. without making a change.
and i don’t care if i’d become the president, a teacher, a musician, a mother or a lover; if - in the end - i’ll get to put a smile on someone’s face, if i get to enrich someone with knowledge or assistance, if i get to make someone happy, i’ll feel accomplished.
i don’t believe in a life hereafter or herefore. why would you have faith in something that you’re told to be true, when you could make something out of your life - this life?
it’s why i pursue to make the best out of this. things haven’t always worked in my advantage, but do they ever? would that let me stop trying? no. it shouldn’t. i have let it stop me before. i’ve let it ruin me. i’ve let it believe me that there is no way out, that there is no alternative. but it’ll always get better.
so that’s what i’ll try to make happen. to make it all better.
i’m trying - but then again, i’ve only just started.
i still have so many places to see, faces to meet, words to read and songs to sing.
this has turned out to be quite of an essay haha but i’m not expecting any of you to read this… (if you do, it’s greatly appreciated! haha) but then again that goes for many of my posts. but tumblr is still said to be another “social medium” - so why have one if you don’t interact with one another? i’ve met a great deal of amazing people on the internet and i thank god (hypothetically) for being born in this century. no hipster-i-wish-i-was-born-in-the-eighties shit. i’m lucky to live in a (somewhat) wealthy, (fairly) happy family in a small country with a big ego and in an era where anything is possible. (remember that!)
if you’d like to talk, i’d like to listen. i’m online a lot. and if not, you can still reach me in other ways. i’m willing to help. i care. a lot. probably too much. but just remember that i’ll be here for you if you need me. for a talk, for advice (i’ve yet to learn to take my own advice though!) or simply to have a laugh? i’d like to think i have a great sense of humor but who doesn’t? more importantly, if you appreciate it; i’ll probably love you to death. same goes with music taste. i like a lot of music (and am open to anything so if you have any music to recommend; go ahead!) and will probably fall in love with you if you like the same bands. but apparently such people (especially of the opposite gender) are hard to find????? ((ha ha ha self-pity hour))
either way. i like you. a lot, probably. this is just a blog and nothing more. i probably have better ways to spend my time but i’m still a teenager thinking it’s acceptable to procastinate for hours and hours. and let’s see who actually gives a damn! it’s purely for entertainment and if you enjoy any of this; i salute you.
fill your empty heart, my dear. fill it up with the love you’ve lost, fill it up with the paths you’ve crossed. fill it up and let it complete you. let it be you. let it be your greatest value. the endless love you never knew. the silent hope long overdue. the dreams you’ll come to pursue. let it be all you desire; let it be the spark that lit the fire.
