Thys C Aarts
Bio
Stories (4/0)
Meet Loek
I met Loek in 2011. His name was Luca at the time. I just moved house and I explicitly asked the landlord if I could have a pet before I moved in. I had lived in house shares and student housing up until that point and I was never able to get a proper pet. I did have rats for a while, though. Bless them.
By Thys C Aarts3 years ago in Petlife
Satka.de is a scam!
Around Christmas I was foolish enough to buy my mum a pair of slippers from an unknown online shop. She shared a more reliable website with me where she found the slippers but the woman who owned the webshop didn't have any slippers in my mother's size. I decided to look for them somewhere else and this is how I stumbled upon the satka.de website. I remember a feeling in my gut that this website wasn't legitimate, but I ignored that feeling entirely. I found the slippers, selected the size I needed and filled in my payment details. Now, I just had to hope they would arrive in time for Christmas.
By Thys C Aarts3 years ago in Lifehack
Mafist (noun)
Let me talk to you about mafism. Today I discovered that I am a mafist. This wasn't like my coming-out story when I discovered I wasn't straight. However, similar to that it took me a few years to figure out as well. What I mean is, that today I discovered there is a word for someone like me who doesn't eat mammals - a mafist.
By Thys C Aarts3 years ago in Feast
A man with a white dog and bright blue eyes
I wake up in the middle of the night. It seemed as if I was abruptly interrupted from my dream by a loud noise. My heart is pounding and my head feels warm and sweaty. I find myself breathing fast and loud. I decide to hold my breath for a moment and lie still. I try to focus on the environment and listen. Had I heard anything? What was that loud noise that woke me? Was there any sound at all or had I imagined it? My breathing calms down. Apart from my breathing, I hear no other sounds in the room. I shift my focus to sounds coming from outside. I can hear the wind blowing softly and when I listen carefully I can hear the whine of a few foxes. I sit up in bed and take a good look around. Slowly my eyes get used to the light, or the lack of it. I can't see much, but enough to determine that the bedroom looks pretty much normal. Nothing or no one to be seen. Maybe I dreamed it. I remember I had a very pleasant dream. I felt like I won the lottery, but just woke up and realised I lost everything again. Had I really heard a loud bang or not? My dog isn’t barking, so it must be nothing. Maybe it was the dream after all.
By Thys C Aarts3 years ago in Journal