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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 canFollowing
Olive : Grandpa, am I pretty ?
Grandpa : You are the most beautiful girl in the world.Little Miss Sunshine
The Breakfast Club (1985, John Hughes)
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out, is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basketcase, a princess, and a criminal.
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club
Joel Barish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
I think I have this problem. With men.
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- “Apology accepted. But only because you stammered.”
(This scene is so adorable omg.)
Latetly, I’ve been really wanting to watch this movie again.
I could totes write headlines for The Newspaper Times.
ashalee: slipintothewater: hypocritique: headmasterrumbleroar: (via merylholics)
Magic.
falseeeyelashes | notnadia | calikalie | (via aredhel):
Perfection, am I right? These poor people were never allowed to touch in this era, so the smallest thing was like butterfly-worthy. The way he moves his hand after, like he can still feel her - be still my heart.
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