Mostrando postagens de Dezembro, 2018

I wanna get to know you

There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another

Show me your secret and tell me your name

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields

There were pears and apples, clustered high in blooming pyramids

If you commit to this ride, there's no turning back

All the blues and the reds get to me

Dustland Fairytale

Red eyes, amnesia, on ice

Messy bakes

We had found treasure, how sinister and how correct

Half the chance

Nobody but you, nobody but me

I am the Ghost of Christmas Present, look upon me, you have never seen the like of me before

Xmas wishes

I heard the bells on Christmas Day