Five years time
I might not know you
Five years time
We might not speak
Oh
In five years time
We might not get alongĀ 
In five years time
You might just prove me wrong

you give me miles and miles of mountains, and i ask for the sea
suicideblonde:

You smell like a baby prostitute.

suicideblonde:

You smell like a baby prostitute.

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

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