This church here is burnin,
and I’m layin’ in the grass.
And I’m all out of breath,
and the fire’s catchin’ gas.
And up it goes the ashes they rose,
hopin’ the holes in the sky would take em.
The watering holes can’t cover the crackling lumber,
just like god don’t control the wind or the thunder.
Lens flare perfection.
These are so different for you… Also beautiful.
these are the bestest. i love the shot of labanna leaning back in your parents room!
Noooice legs!
a very pretty girl
whoahhh fashion photographer
YESSSS! Love the photos and the words. Those last two lines were especially nice. Also, keep an eye on your mailbox later this week.
very nice. rocked your tape last night.
creeeeeeepy nice