and as for the clouds, just let them roll
I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago
skinny dippin girl
pour a little salt we were never here
Bon Iver
isn't love
lkljj
lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky, wondering where I go when I die
hjjhh
romeo and juliet
he's dressed up like a squire, bootlegged whiskey in his hand
for the sun
Into this long month of sundays
we come and go, as the ripples on a string
I've been roaming around
countless lovers undercover of the street
love of mine
ville inte vara den som blev kvar
jhhhj
skåneland