October 2010
“Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.”
—A Room With A View, E.M. Forster (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Straight? What’s ‘straight’? A line can be straight, or a street. But the heart of a human being?”
—Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire (via victoriastation)
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it used to take a lot to make me cry, but ever since I have fallen in love, and out of love - the smallest disappointment can cause me to blubber like an idiot.
only tuesday and I have already eaten too much halloween candy.
night and day, you are the one, only you beneath the moon and under the sun - whether near to me or far, it's no matter darling where you are, I think of you - night and day, day and night - why is it so? that this longing for you follows wherever I go? in the roaring traffic's boom, in the silence of my lonely room I think of you, night and day. . .day and night. . .
they don’t write love songs like they used to.
made caramelized chicken, a vegetable galette, and am now watching "the celluloid closet" while making halloween decorations and eating candy. life is good.
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
I would definetly have an affair with frank sinatra, dean martin, james dean, paul newman, richard burton, laurence olivier, errol flynn, cary grant, gary cooper, clark gable, marlon blando, montgomery clift, rock hudson, elvis presley, james stewart, william holden, gene kelly.
pretty much, yeah
mhm. Yep.
and marlene dietrich.
Can it seriously be like 1955, and can I be 23. Have a contract with MGM, my husband Dean Martin, and be BFFS with Elizabeth Taylor.
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It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York.
I believe what separates humanity from everything else in…
In a hole in the ground, there lived a Hobbit
On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.
