priscilafialcoff:
Olhar o Mar
priscilafialcoff:
outono vespertino
priscilafialcoff:
os garotos em preto e branco
priscilafialcoff:
they said it changes when the sun goes down
priscilafialcoff:
as pernas cansam, tudo cansa.
priscilafialcoff:
ninguém.
priscilafialcoff:
sobre o chapéu, o violão...
priscilafialcoff:
Yellow fields.
priscilafialcoff:
Remember when you used to be a rascal?
priscilafialcoff:
I'd nail a Dreamcatcher above my bed.
priscilafialcoff:
Lazy.
priscilafialcoff:
There is a light.
priscilafialcoff:
Broken swing.
priscilafialcoff:
Sweet little baby.
priscilafialcoff:
Chocólatra.