brunoakagold: Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
brunoakagold: Sleepers@HellsKitchen
brunoakagold: One belongs to New York instantly,
brunoakagold: alice through the looking glass
brunoakagold: A postcard from NYC.
brunoakagold: The waking up of the city that never sleeps.
brunoakagold: Lilac Tree.
brunoakagold: There's a light, a certain kind of light.
brunoakagold: Dark Side Of The Moon
brunoakagold: Queen B.
brunoakagold: Bright lights, big city going to my head
brunoakagold: mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all