Hello there. I’m Liz, a twenty-one year old teenager from The Netherlands. I’m in uni but I’m not sure why and I’m in my third year of German language and culture, as well as in my first year of English language and culture (which means I’m planning on dying a slow and very painful death this year).
I love to write, I make a habit of ridiculing myself on Twitter, crying on Tumblr and speaking my mind on my personal blog. Not because I have something special to say, but because I like words. Calling myself a writer sounds somewhat pretentious, but I’m not a speaker and pretentiousness doesn’t have to be all that bad. I only lie because I like fiction.
I usually don’t have an opinion – no, wait, I do, I’m a bit slow is all – but well, since you’re asking, my favourite music includes Queen, The Beatles, and Cosmo Jarvis, my favourite books are The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde and The Stranger by Albert Camus, and I have this thing for Faust, which sounds way creepier than it should. I don’t know a fucking thing about literature.
I play the piano, love wasting time, hanging out with friends and being alone, and I write stories about deranged students who kill each other. In case you were wondering, I also like gummybears.