artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
artinpopculture: “An emotion is like a flavor in my mouth. I can taste it. Joy tastes like strawberries. Hate is like ice chips in a martini. And love is rosewater. I enjoy them all except for one. Betrayal. That has the taste of the char on a piece
