Category random

colors of what we want

we don’t need much

around here

stop the world sometimes 

winter colored

et si j’ai oublié 

nothing’s ever easy … and then sometimes it is 

days off 

when everything that was and will be … doesn’t matter somehow 

hold on to what’s always there 

it’s true but only if you say it out loud 

the picture perfect … I think they painted it wrong 

seven 

just a little bit right this way 

and in return I gave a song