Welcome back to the Hiraeth

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At any party, there must be that one (usually) fun guy, the heart of the crowd, who, after consuming a bit more alcohol than necessary, plunges into an existential crisis and succumbs to hiraeth. He’ll gloomily sit on the rooftop, gazing into the distance with a smoldering cigarette in hand, pondering the transience of existence.

Even if it’s his birthday party.

Especially if it’s his birthday party.

『 ↳✧・゚ Hiraeth

(n.) a homesickness for a home

to which you cannot return,

a home which maybe never was;

the nostalgia, the yearning, the

grief for the lost places of your past

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*ੈ✩‧+ ̊ Daan’s playlist! ✧˖*°࿐

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I love dutch boys. Each of my dutch friends must be smooched in their cheeks three times, and so does Daan

Upd: changed his picture, generating the right one is always the hardest task for me in the whole bot making process