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TEACH ME MORE IS THIS ALL RELATED TO CHRISTMAS

IT AINT

okay hold tight brothers and sisters

Dutchies don’t really celebrate Christmas like Americans and Brits do 

Most families don’t do presents for Christmas. But no panic! We kinda like replaced Santa with Sinterklaas, which is an Old Man sitting on a White Horse

^^ that is Dutch Santa. Also; his horse races over rooftops and Sinterklaas stuffs the presents through chimneys. 

Sinterklaas comes mid-way November, then kids can leave their shoes at doors (like you leave socks at fireplaces) (ALSO kids usually put in a carrot for the horse Amerigo!!!), and Sinterklaas brings the final presents on December 5th. Then he goes back to Spain (goodbye bro).

Anyway, traditional food for Sinterklaas are the chocolate letter, BUT we also have ‘kruidnoten’ (herbnuts lmao) which taste a bit like sweet but spicy cinnamon? they’re heaven

PUFFIES THOUGH, those are whole year round (thank god, I wouldn’t survive without). I like poffertjes better than pancakes, even. (those in the pic look better than mine lol)

AND FOR NEW YEAR (HOLD TIGHT)…. we have big balls of dough, usually with raisins, that we throw in the frying pan/oil fryer/whatevers and THEY’RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD (high on calories but who gives a fuck on new years. i don’t). We call them Oliebollen, which is, remarkably, Oilballs in English. Or greaseballs, lmao, also an accurate description. 



MOVE YOUR ASS TO HOLLAND
we have the food here bitches

(also: dutchies put mayonnaise on their fries. Don’t judge. Our mayonnaise is sweeter than your salad crap)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

You know Hinata would be like “I’M TALLER THAN YOU NOW, KAGEYAMA!” and they’d argue about whether it counts or not because he can fly and it totally doesn’t count, dumbass