sailor

And it was quiet. For the first time, her mind went quiet. And he shyly wrapped his arm around her while her head rested on his shoulder, listening to his favourite song by Deftones. 
          I think that was the moment they both knew that this won't ever be a simple friendship. That will either be a great love or the deepest wound...
          
          Always B. Liliy
          Versions of Love #2
          
          Berry xx

I remember being 8 years old when I told my parents that I don't feel loved. [...] Instead of them being concerned, they attacked me with arguments like "we give you food, clothes, a roof over your head, we send you to school. Isn't that enough?"
          I was feeling unloved because I was treated differently, unlike my sister. I was scolded for things she wasn't, I was always blamed for her mistakes. And all I had to do was shut up and feel grateful I am not being kicked out. [...]
          
          Always B. Liliy - Versions of love #1
          
          Berry xx

Ambar and Simon are my favorite enemies to lovers

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

May you all be blessed with love
          May you be blessed not with the kind of love you buy with flowers 
          The kind of love where you're being held safe in your darkest times
          The kind of love you get your shoelaces tied just because 
          The kind of love you both compromise 
          The kind of love you both work to change and adapt to each other 
          The kind of love where you get your tea and breakfast in bed when you're weak or sick
          The kind of love you're gently woken up with caresses and kisses
          The kind of love your imperfections make you perfect into their eyes
          The kind of love you have your boundaries respect 
          The kind of love you don't have to explain your feelings to be valid
          The kind of love where you are two individuals 
          The kind of love your opinion matters 
          The kind of love where you grow together 
          May you all be blessed with the most gentle, soft, pure and honest form of love ♥️
          
          Berry xx

Ντροπή σας. Μαλάκες, ντροπή σας!
          
          Ο κόσμος βασιζόταν στην αστυνομία να τους προστατέψει και τι κάνατε; Γουρούνια! Ντροπή και αισχος! Ζητάμε δικαιοσύνη για τα θύματά μας, για τους γονείς, συγγενείς και φίλους που άφησαν πίσω επειδή εσείς τους πήρατε μακριά τους! Βγάλατε υδροφόρα, πετάξατε δακρυγόνα και κακοποίησατε αθώους ανθρώπους που βγήκαν να διαμαρτυρηθούν ειρηνικά. Είστε δολοφόνοι. Είστε η ντροπή και το αισχος της κοινωνίας. 
          
          ΤΕΜΠΗ 28.02.2023 
          
          Shame on you. Assholes, shame on you!
          
          People were counting on the police to protect them and what did you do? Pigs! Shame and disgrace! We demand justice for our victims, for the parents, relatives and friends they left behind because you took them away from them! You brought out water cannons, threw tear gas, and abused innocent people who came out to protest peacefully. You are murderers. You are the shake and disgrace of society! 
          
          TEMPI 28.02.2023 

Hiiiii. How are you? I hope you are healthy and happy. :) ♡♡

Dear readers,
          
          My murder mystery thriller book from the series Criminal Fiction Series is out and today I published the first chapter. 
          
          Feel free to vote and leave a feedback!
          
          berry xx
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/285257986

"Murders Of The Monarch" is my upcoming book, first from the series Criminal Fiction. I have already posted a playlist and the Prologue. Feel free to leave your feedback in the comments and vote if you like it and want more. 
          
          Berry xx
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/285257986