Family photos depict smiling faces... births, weddings, holidays, children's birthday parties. People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something they want to forget.
I don't know, totally not into them. Yeah, they are GORGEOUS but I'm still annoyed how that all happened and then I just picture Angelina making out with her brother and wearing blood around her neck. Can you tell I don't easily forget?
I feel the same way... I love this family. I read every article and interview I come across about them... they are a pretty fantastic family. I wish they would adopt my family.
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My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
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I think there are very few people in the world who don't ... Boooootiful is what they are!
Family photos depict smiling faces... births, weddings, holidays, children's birthday parties. People take pictures of the happy moments in their lives. Someone looking through our photo album would conclude that we had led a joyous, leisurely existence free of tragedy. No one ever takes a photograph of something they want to forget.
Yup, me too. They have, and are, something special.
Would certainly not mind being part of their family!
They look happy, don't they?
Brad looks better blond....
Oh, me too. Me too. Sigh.
I don't know, totally not into them. Yeah, they are GORGEOUS but I'm still annoyed how that all happened and then I just picture Angelina making out with her brother and wearing blood around her neck. Can you tell I don't easily forget?
Gotta agree with everyone else and say, Yeah, who doesn't? They look so happy and fulfilled and relaxed.
I think that's what it's all about.
Oh yeah, they are pretty spectacular!
They look happy!
who wouldn't? they're so beautiful hx
I feel the same way... I love this family. I read every article and interview I come across about them... they are a pretty fantastic family. I wish they would adopt my family.
Yannow... it's not just anyone who can punch Angelina Jolie in the face.
Cool photo.
Oh my god. I want to have ALL their babies. Even the babies' babies. I want to have them.
Oh-Oh, me too! Mad, mad crush on them.
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