wildorange55:
let's go and get tangled in chains of golden days
wildorange55:
film is a beautiful thing.
wildorange55:
little umbrellas & light leaks. they make me happy.
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fall is coming
wildorange55:
i can smell your perfume through these whispering pines
wildorange55:
happiness hit her, like a train on a track.
wildorange55:
day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want, we're young enough to say, oh this has gotta be the good life
wildorange55:
happy accidents
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home, and light leaks.
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dusky, damp summer nights
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just at dark
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the best ones of the best ones
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the road
wildorange55:
lately i've been wishing i had one desire, something that would make me never want another
wildorange55:
falling slowly
wildorange55:
i don't know exactly what a prayer is.
wildorange55:
little blue whales & morning light
wildorange55:
but these are days we dream about, when the sunlight paints us gold
wildorange55:
gladiator II
wildorange55:
some things tie your life together
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wind-swept
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the girl with the feather earring.
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the light.
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gramps.
wildorange55:
your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued:
wildorange55:
october, i welcome you and your falling leaves with open arms
wildorange55:
we wear the seasons in our hair
wildorange55:
every word you say, i think i should write down
wildorange55:
happy birthday, gramps
wildorange55:
walk on down the hill, through grass grown tall and brown
