Many years ago, when I was a little girl, I was travelling by train to my grandparents. It was late at night, and with nothing to do I started running my fingers over the contour of my lips, lightly, over and over again. Lips half open, I ran them over the top lip then the bottom one for several minutes, loving the smooth feel of it, whilst staring into space. Suddenly I stopped and looked out...
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OBSESSIONS OF MINE
53. Men’s forearms. (throw in some veins as well and I’m in love)
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We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.– Eduardo Galeano (via budddha)