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Elvis never could carry a tune/ And she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon/ She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin/ Saying well why don't I begin again/ With turpentine and patches/ With cold, cold Campbell's from the can

-Regina Spektor

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20 February 10
Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

Joel Barish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I think I have this problem. With men.

(via california-english)

Reblogged: charlotte-charles

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh