hollyflax replied to your post: Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed with attachment…
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.
This is such a nice message to come home to. Thank you!
- Fall asleep on a fullish bus
- Fall sideways into aisle
- Pretend to look for earring
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.
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.