red.dahlia:
toddler grip
red.dahlia:
ferris.
red.dahlia:
6|52: and i'm just waiting till the shine wears off.
red.dahlia:
4|52: masquerade, paper faces on parade.
red.dahlia:
2|52: I still owe money to the money to the money I owe.
red.dahlia:
A love story in the Big Easy.
red.dahlia:
1|52
red.dahlia:
winter is coming.
red.dahlia:
if everything could ever feel this real forever.
red.dahlia:
Day 1
red.dahlia:
how quick the sun can drop away.
red.dahlia:
Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful, something free?
red.dahlia:
cause I'm walkin down this road alone.
red.dahlia:
the bike shop.
red.dahlia:
she said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis.
red.dahlia:
i watch the sun roll down the Pacific.
red.dahlia:
A cat named Mouse.
red.dahlia:
'scuse me while i kiss the sky.
red.dahlia:
whispers.
red.dahlia:
aces and eights.
