harold.lloyd:
oh, christmas tree
harold.lloyd:
brightly shone the lights that night, though the frost was cruel, when a poor man came in sight gath'ring winter bokeh
harold.lloyd:
There are two ways through life. The way of nature; and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you follow.
harold.lloyd:
Bring back the old tag list or the flower gets it
harold.lloyd:
feel like I should've brung posies
harold.lloyd:
bobsleigh
harold.lloyd:
And like that, poof. She's gone.
harold.lloyd:
do them reverence, as they fly by them with their woven wings.
harold.lloyd:
Stay with the rude multitude till I return.
harold.lloyd:
primary colours
harold.lloyd:
amidst all the little flowers of the mall who'll want and get and always shall
harold.lloyd:
Yellow tides, golden eyes... red and white, red and wise
harold.lloyd:
Take in your love, and then let me alone.
harold.lloyd:
lens porn at f/1.0
harold.lloyd:
Every leaf speaks bliss to me / Fluttering from the autumn tree
harold.lloyd:
Dana Katherine Scully, M.D.
harold.lloyd:
RRRAAWWWWRRRRRR MUST STOMP BENCHEH RRAAWWWRRRRR
harold.lloyd:
my woes end likewise with the evening sun
harold.lloyd:
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
harold.lloyd:
kiss my shiny metal stinger
harold.lloyd:
my heart for you, cookie
harold.lloyd:
but the moon saw
harold.lloyd:
outside there's a box car waiting
harold.lloyd:
Two men look out the same prison bars; one sees mud and the other stars.
harold.lloyd:
sad little teddy is weary with woe
harold.lloyd:
I have been getting visits from crossdressing fans all day
harold.lloyd:
venusian flora
harold.lloyd:
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings / That then I scorn to change my state with kings. [Also? Free preset!]
harold.lloyd:
chillyfly is chilly
harold.lloyd:
is it cold in here or is it just my preset? (you'd like some free presets? Why, certainly...)
