Lindsey Mae:
Have you ever stopped to think how old rocks are?
Lindsey Mae:
I will eventually make it over
Lindsey Mae:
Apocalyptic Rush hour?
Lindsey Mae:
“Friends are like windows through which you see out into the world and back into yourself."
Lindsey Mae:
Mud
Lindsey Mae:
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost, The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by frost."
Lindsey Mae:
Winter's Last Breath
Lindsey Mae:
Up Close & Personal
Lindsey Mae:
Closing in on 16
Lindsey Mae:
General Beaureguard's Dour Barron
Lindsey Mae:
Left Behind
Lindsey Mae:
Eugene
Lindsey Mae:
The Faces of Frustration
Lindsey Mae:
Webbed Toes
Lindsey Mae:
Poor birdie I think he might be H U N G R Y
Lindsey Mae:
cest la V I E
Lindsey Mae:
Fresh summer A I R
Lindsey Mae:
It's T R U E
Lindsey Mae:
I don't care if I follow or lead. I just want to get away. Far, far away
Lindsey Mae:
You define 'they'
Lindsey Mae:
Sc-sc-sca-scales
Lindsey Mae:
Brisk, cold, winter air