"Come with me into the trees, we'll lay on the grass, let the hours pass. Take my hand, come back to the land, let's get away, just for one day."
This is a good reason to always carry sidewalk chalk in the car.
"I’m so mad about this I’m gonna sidewalk chalk about it," is an impulse that speaks to me.
have you ever loved a band to the point where you can’t watch their live performances or music videos because you get this feeling in your chest and it feels like everything is ending and you can hardly breathe
a snake wearing a top hat and mustache that is all
ah mr sneky,i see u r wering ur fance top