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Omg I'm so glad that Scarlett Johanson is finally playing our new Marilyn Monroe movie 🍿🎥 let's hope she does her justice.

She is good girl

I love Scarlett Johansson❤❤❤

This is crap!! Only good trhing about trhis , was seeing oure beautiful Scarlett

Stupidity

yeah 💕

Don't bother with this.

Ridiculous...

Wow

what the fuck is with your stupid narration???

are you fucking nuts? what is this shit?

Bose entiende

u fuck off

Nou Jennifer Lawrence. Lawrence it Pladijatju.

Stupid robotic voice makes it unbearable to watch

I love this video it's very similar to one of my own video's.

a simple act of stupidity!

Hot

Holy shit, this is awful. The person who wrote this should just give up now and spare himself further embarrassment.

. Uhyircgggu

That is a beautiful story

wtf did i watch

You have no idea what I am going through. I feel dreamish like an Oil Paint. No drug would ever heal my soul that is bleeding like a Saint - who is kissed French by the most gorgeous girl in the cosmos - till his kidneys and spleen faint. She is a rose - has the sexiest eyes - the sweetest lips - and the most beautiful face; - exists endlessly as long as hearts shalt beat, throb, feel, ache and race; had existed before the creation of heaven, time and space; and will always exist forever and ever till love runs out of infinity, rhyme and grace. It’s said her lips give light, perfume, and blood to the quintessence - more divine than the breath of life. Yet her tongue is more delicious than peach and sharper than a knife. It cuts the soul so deep, unconditionally changes life, and add innocent lewdness and eroticism to awareness without Trouble, conflict, contention, and strife; and I can't help loving her till death do us apart as if she were my wife. Yet, she doesn’t know any mercy. One French kiss from her. A soul bleeds for eternity. The cherubs said the sky used to be white. When the angels, who floated in the air - pretending to be butterflies, talked about her day and night, and couldn’t help falling in love with her spellbinding eyes. The sky then slowly began to turn into blue, so they could deceive her, and drink nectar from her luscious lips that put any carnation to shame as if they had never hue - while she was wondering: could love be sweet, sad, ironic, painful, and so true? Yet, my heart couldn’t bear that much love as if fever were taboo. Tulips, Jasmine, Daisies with various color and see-through, purple water and lavender covered with dew began to rain in my soul till love felt new. Those days, the past, the present, the future exists at the same time. And Love were a crime. But that is a different story told with fairytales that rhyme. Yet, the Angels knew she was in love with a poet whose heart was so wild and always in pain - must be kept tied with a chain - feels, reasons and thinks with his heart rather than with his brain. He felt her at the core of his soul before he even met her, and was addicted to her like cocaine. She loved him till her heart and soul sprain. So, they tricked her again - they told her the poet was insane - turned the water into wine in vain, and died in Spain. They buried his heart in Maine, and his lungs in Ukraine - covered with snow… till his breaths and heartbeat frozen without a stain, which later discovered by wolves. And They chewed his organs like sugarcane. They told her a fable, So the angels would inherit the kingdom of heavens and attain nirvana; and hoping they would be finally be free from love, passion, fever, lust, even blasphemy, envy, resentment, and disdain - For she was the most arresting girl that no heaven, phenomenon, life, and earth can fathom, understand, and explain. Yet, she cried day and night - tear that would eventually replace the rain. However, the angels didn’t know ether her tears were red - gold, diamond, blue and even orange that is warm - And it was so easy to conform; Did she tell them anything that might misinform? Every college student had dreamed about her - holding a rose next to their heart; waked up in the middle of the night, and wrote romantic poems in their dorm. Or Maybe angels didn't expect to rain pink, passion, crimson, violet, and blood - depend on her mood, which has no trouble to transform into flowers and snowstorm; carmine rose petals, Dahlia, sacred Lotus, Gladiolus, hibiscus, magnolia, Cherry Blossom, and Gazania falling from the sky, and like snowflake - each had different shape, design, scent, and form, which they were remarkably accompanied with Aurora Polaris and lightning and thunderstorm. The Angels were propelled to paint her tears with holy water from the highest order of heavens, and made sure there were no red, purple, yellow, and blue on them before they mixed with the clouds without resistance, and entered the earth atmosphere within fair distance… to make peace with the gods and goddesses of the cosmos and natural order of existence. Then one day; unexpectedly, the poet felt love at the depth of his soul and bone marrow till his liver said no - and pain at the bottom of his heart where blood refused to flow. His essences exploded inside his body like stardust that burn and glow - couldn’t wait for tomorrow. It didn’t matter whether he felt high or low. His heart went wherever love must go. He saw her at a rose garden. She was so beautiful. His heart stopped without pardon, and died on her arms softly as if nothing in the world had never harden. She knew he was the love of her life, and would rather love till it hurts, and leave this world behind - than kept in her own heart confined, which she might have modestly doubted the stars are made of very hot gas, and could be sophisticated and refined; the sun burnt hydrogen, and turned it into helium in nuclear fusion, so it shined the brightest - till flowers turned into womankind; roses were white, pink, red, coral, and apricot, and their petals in the passage of time might have faithfully inclined; and if two strand of DNA had ever been intertwined - but her love was authentic and one of its kind, kissed him on the lips tenderly, and restored life into his heart, soul and mind. They made love, shared kisses, hugs, and laughter - And made more love and lived happily ever after. Cupid told me she looks exactly like you.