April 2011
239 posts
March 2011
168 posts
Whenever I look at photos of my parents together, happy, childless, it makes me super sad. They look SO HAPPY… and then my siblings and I came along lol
lol everything about this reply!!!!! Their lives looked so fabulous and spontaneous and their faces looked so hopeful. It kills realizing they’re nowhere close to where they pictured themselves to be.
Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed with attachment and love and affection for my parents. I just pulled out their wedding album out of the basement, cradled in this sad, stained white box, and literally sobbed. My dad looks totally unfamiliar—a full head of hair, a full set of teeth, a large, bulging gut, and so truly happy. He’s fucking radiant in it and I mourn everything he never had a chance to do, relish, hope for.
“They’re fucking gross, man. Look, I love beautiful girls too. I think everyone should be free to have their knee socks and their sweaty shorts, but I’m over it. I’m over this weird, exhausted girl. I’m over the girl that’s tired and freezing and hungry. I like bossy girls, I always have. I like people filled with life. I’m over this weird media thing with all this, like, hollow-eyed, empty, party crap.”
—Amy Poehler on American Apparel (via mollylambert, cocoku)
Not so much a question but a comment of how much I enjoy your blog... Tis good to know there are fellow classic film fans who appreciate a good Astaire waltz and a brooding Brando, the fantastic duo of Montgomery and Elizabeth and the gorgeous Natalie Wood... And all them other classy stars.
You have a mighty fine tumblr.
tata
This is such a nice message to come home to. Thank you!
A day in the lyfe of
- Fall asleep on a fullish bus
- Fall sideways into aisle
- Pretend to look for earring
You should do some sort of about post :D
I was just thinking about that today :) I will within the next week!
normally the calgary catholic board doesn’t schedule our spring break until mid april so it more or less coincides with easter, but this year they decided to have it at the same time as the rest of the world which placed us right in record snowfall time.
I DONT EVEN KNOW U
but everytime i see a jet or jimmy dean in giant or hear i love rock n role
I THINK OF U
I don't think I can properly express how much I love Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward
“As a society, we encourage girls and women to be emotionally accessible, and in touch with their feelings; we say that it’s an innately feminine trait. We say it, that is, until they have feelings that make us uncomfortable, at which point we recast them as melodramatic harpies, shrieking banshees, and basket cases.”
—Tori Amos (via imanassspankme)
“I believe there are too many children who need loving parents to deny one group of people adoption rights. A child will benefit from a healthy, loving home, whether the parents are gay or not.”
—
Barack Obama
(via loveyourchaos)
I read in one of your posts before that you don't like Steve Mcqueen but I can't find it anymore? Why dont you like him?
Thx anon for asking me this on his birthday :/
I don’t want to offend anyone or belittle his legacy in film (I think he’s a gorgeous actor) and in life, but there are a few reasons why. My first encounter with Steve McQueen, the person, was when, passing by the performing arts section of my library, I grabbed Barbara Minty(his last wife)’s memoir Steve McQueen: The Last Mile off the shelf and was fascinated: it had beautiful, personal photographs of Steve as an older, bearded and from his eyes, a happy man. I brought it home, started reading and almost immediately (in his early, pre-beard life at least) he came off as a bitter, suspicious, fame hungry man who assumed the worst out of a person, a man who pushed himself out of spite and jealousy and not out of any personal conviction or yearning to grow.
Somebody Up There Likes Me was his film debut (he had a small role) and of course, the leading man was Paul Newman (IK IK y’all’re like this chick is biased). Apparently Steve took one look at Paul, swore to himself that he’d be a bigger star one day (he turned down movies costarring Paul if he didn’t have first billing, had a lower salary, had fewer lines than Paul’s role, etc etc) and when, years later, he received first billing over Paul in The Towering Inferno, he felt as if he had achieved his goal in life. He complained to the studio that Paul had around 20 more lines in that movie than he did and demanded they be cut. He also demanded to play the role of the chief fireman (originally Paul’s).
Steve McQueen’s first wife, Neile, also said that Steve was jealous of Paul’s “privileged background” and regularly called him a “fuckwit”. In Dan O’Brien’s Paul Newman biography, Paul approached Steve to play a role in one of his unrealized film projects “The Front Runner”, in which a running coach falls in love with his track student. Paul would play the coach, Steve the track student. Steve said instantly, “I could never play a fag.”
It’s been said that Steve only made amends with Paul after his son Scott died of drug overdose. Some say he did this because he felt that at that moment Paul became more human, less “privileged”. I think as Steve got older he learned to let go of that spite. I love him for his work with charity and I am sorry he passed when he was only starting to achieve real contentment, real happiness, an appreciation for things that were truly valuable.
Jett.
I've said this numerous times before but feel compelled to say it again at the moment.
Your blog is so beautiful, and forever my favorite.
That's all.
:________________)
Dude Tumblr is all whack ass because Elizabeth and Michael's spirits are fucking with us. They're probably like prancing around everywhere and Richard's probably drunk rn and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
I didn't know Elizabeth as well or for as long as most of you. What I feel is probably only a little piece, a fraction of what you're all going through, but I am so deeply affected by this—I feel as if I've lost a friend.
