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Cagliari, Sardegna
miss_yasmina:
Sardegna
miss_yasmina:
Some beautiful people I know.
miss_yasmina:
Sardegna
miss_yasmina:
Sardegna
miss_yasmina:
Cagliari alta citta
miss_yasmina:
MLOVE11
miss_yasmina:
MLOVE11
miss_yasmina:
MLOVE11
miss_yasmina:
MLOVE11
miss_yasmina:
MLOVE11
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PoorPod_03: sadly I'm on a no-coffee diet >___<
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PoorPod_02: random objects at home
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PoorPod_01: details of the doors in my home
miss_yasmina:
An einem Sonntag in Berlin
miss_yasmina:
An einem Sonntag in Berlin
miss_yasmina:
One Saturday afternoon in Prenz'berg
miss_yasmina:
One Saturday afternoon in Prenz'berg
miss_yasmina:
One Saturday afternoon in Prenz'berg
miss_yasmina:
"Do you feel me moving through? With my foot upon the gas, between the future and the past - I am here - here where the desire to vanish is stronger than the desire to appear"
miss_yasmina:
"A wave crashes over my tongue, my face is wet with salt, I'm covering you with sand and naked grief. I crawled out of the ocean for you."
miss_yasmina:
2010 didn't kill me (may the bridges I burn light my way)
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"I know I'm only borrowing it. I know I have to give Summer back to you. Just as you, have to give Winter, back to me."
miss_yasmina:
A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity when, for a few brief seconds, the silence drowns out the noise...
miss_yasmina:
"I love listening to sad songs when I'm sad. Oh, and painting my nails."
miss_yasmina:
"You fit into me like a hook into an eye: a fish hook, an open eye."
miss_yasmina:
"On the scales of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else’s presence."
miss_yasmina:
We’re both self-centered, but the world revolves around us at the same speed.
miss_yasmina:
“I want to depend on your eyes and your lips - I don’t want to feel anything but your hand”
miss_yasmina:
"I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head"
