(by Marc Crumpler (Ilikethenight))
Love grows under the wild oak tree, sugar melts like candy.
Tops of the mountains shine like gold
And you kiss your little fella sorta handy.
(Source: s1th)
(by Marc Crumpler (Ilikethenight))
Love grows under the wild oak tree, sugar melts like candy.
Tops of the mountains shine like gold
And you kiss your little fella sorta handy.
(Source: s1th)
August Snowangel
Banjo at the Rim
The Godfather
Found a chupacabra.
