We all know that bellies exist, but everyone really tries their best to pretend they’re not there.
AFF festival had so many great bands performing, I didn’t even have time to take pictures. Or finish my wodka.
The last day of Gentse Feesten: sore livers, a smelly audience and a blasting set of It It Anita.
We should all flick around tampons the Donna Sparks-way.
Or wait, was it the other way around?
Cuntroaches sound exactly like you think a band named Cuntroaches would sound like.
Street harrassment is a crime commited by our society, not by the few bad apples in the bunch.
To the guy who was jerking off in public while staring at me: you're a creep.
To prove that I’m not afraid of the big bad Woolf, I’ll rapport about my reading experience per book I finish.
I went undercover with the wintersport lovers and fell on my face a lot.
I've made a list of my skills. Don't know how much they are going to help me on the job market though.
That time I got shitty news and found the perfect band to dance away my sorrows.
Blood isn't the only thing you should be afraid of when having your period.
Girl, don't cry about him. Just dance on your couch to good music.
That thing that happens when you're trapped into a room full of relatives.
Putting the bar-experience back into dating. Tested and approved.
A little piece on that time we went to see a grunge concert with a massive hangover.