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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
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… bring on the lulz
This pic single-handedly makes RDJ relevant to my BFF. ILU, BFF.
Heeee. ILU too (and I love these boys, as should you)!
This is awesome.
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Fuck me, those curls.
Oh but I JUST WANT TO MESS HIS HAIR UP WITH MY HANDS
