WatermelonSugar:
Rise.
WatermelonSugar:
Sometimes I imagine I'm a ballerina
WatermelonSugar:
Of all the afternoons, I like Sundays best
WatermelonSugar:
MoreThanHashtag_square
WatermelonSugar:
Southern Son of Adam and The Country Squire
WatermelonSugar:
"It's up to me now, turn on your bright lights"
WatermelonSugar:
Shred of hope
WatermelonSugar:
Listen, Snow is Falling
WatermelonSugar:
I think we took a wrong turn
WatermelonSugar:
Yes, it's getting colder
WatermelonSugar:
She waits
WatermelonSugar:
Through my open window
WatermelonSugar:
I took a turn and wound up in the past again
WatermelonSugar:
The sun setting
WatermelonSugar:
It's been a fairly lovely day
WatermelonSugar:
These are my gems
WatermelonSugar:
Because Love.
WatermelonSugar:
Sometimes, Somethings
WatermelonSugar:
Don't it look like rain?
WatermelonSugar:
Sometimes...
WatermelonSugar:
I Found This
WatermelonSugar:
But that Fade Though
WatermelonSugar:
For a moment, I was held in my hometown's embrace
WatermelonSugar:
Sometimes I Sleep
WatermelonSugar:
Cradle of Forestry
WatermelonSugar:
Remember when you, Morrissey, and your brother Bill anwered questions you forgot you ever asked? Yea, I forgot to but. I'm so bloody fortunate
WatermelonSugar:
Summertime Gladness
WatermelonSugar:
Chopping is the New Meditation
WatermelonSugar:
Sylvia, get your head out of the oven
WatermelonSugar:
A Few Choice Words
