setsfiretohistory:I can’t promise picket fences or sunny afternoons, but at night when I close
setsfiretohistory:I can’t promise picket fences or sunny afternoons, but at night when I close my eyes... I see us in black and white. -- source link
setsfiretohistory:I can’t promise picket fences or sunny afternoons, but at night when I close my eyes... I see us in black and white. -- source link