Euaggelia Tsatsou
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beware

beware

Truth

Truth

What's a home without words?!

What's a home without words?!

Lips  pink

Lips pink

Just Love Me by Tracy Emin (1998)

Just Love Me by Tracy Emin (1998)

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g

"What do you love?" I cough, rub my tired eyes with my calloused hands, and lean my back against the bed frame. "I love the smell of coffee in the morning. Hell, I love coffee all the time period." I drum my fingers on my knee caps and meet his eyes. The boy with eyes that hold all the stories and all the secrets. These eyes are prying into mine, begging me to fully give in to his question. What do I love? And I, the girl who shut everyone out when she died, finally let the words out. s.g

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❥ we see what we want

❥ we see what we want

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