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“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New...

Thu, 23 May 2013 11:53:21 -0400

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

I spent a sunshine humid day, and a starry night with my cocoa-eyed love. We spent the day downtown,...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:06:00 -0400

I spent a sunshine humid day, and a starry night with my cocoa-eyed love. We spent the day downtown, he always gives me sips of his beer. car rides, laughter and pop quizzes he usually gives me the answers to. We run outside our neighborhood surrounded by vivid colors and big trees. He picks white flower petals, placing them into my hair. The air is fresh and crisp and I can breathe. I am comfortable makeup-less, hair messy. he makes me feel dizzy.

We drive with hands locked together, sometimes we stop in new cafes for dinner. I tangle my legs around his, secretly under the table and keep reaching my hand across the space between us. Our eyes speak words without moving our mouths, and I tell him I love him. It’s been thirteen months;

We’ve talked about living by the ocean, our absurd dreams and our future goals- my worries and past let-downs are thrown from my tattered heart, into his calming hands and soul. We drive home and end up in bed watching movies. sometimes i’ll wake up in the middle of the night and just kiss his chin. I kiss him until I exhaust myself. To think if our paths had never crossed. How my life would be? It wouldn’t. I wouldn’t be me. I wouldn’t be here.

sometimes we need to let go of people If we come back together,...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:52:03 -0400

sometimes we need to let go of people

If we come back together, our souls weren’t lying when they felt like they belonged together.

If they do not, this was never meant to be.

but we both came back.

We are all good.We are all evil.We are here for a reason.We are here for each other, to help one...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:48:14 -0400

We are all good.
We are all evil.
We are here for a reason.
We are here for each other, to help one another evolve and love and become a stronger species.
Then maybe we could empathize with not just our species but other species, other animals, plants perhaps, maybe insects too one day.
…But that’s all just silly daydreaming.

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Sat, 11 May 2013 13:21:40 -0400

The reason your bestie doesn't tell you she's sick is because she's not sick she's an attention whore :)

Thu, 09 May 2013 14:53:26 -0400

oh hey Tarah, I know youre a huge fan of Britanie’s and you most likely have a fansite, or shrine. But please leave my Tumblr page out of this.

The only known video footage of Anne Frank

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:44:36 -0400

The only known video footage of Anne Frank

"love is mean. and love hurts."

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:42:57 -0400

“love is mean. and love hurts.”

“It is her. She is an artist. It is her music. Because...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:52:32 -0400

“It is her. She is an artist. It is her music. Because when she talks in interviews she has pain in her eyes. Which reflect in her songs. True artists know heartbreak.”

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 12:27:44 -0400

who are you

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 12:17:48 -0400

Ponderer of life.

Force me to face the feverish fire inside my fragile heart....

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:27:00 -0400

Force me to face the feverish fire inside my fragile heart. Someone once told me that in excess sensibility looms excess pain. It wasn’t my words he brushed, but my heart. It wasn’t my eyes he penetrated, but my soul.

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Thu, 25 Apr 2013 11:05:55 -0400

saturday night thought flow

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 22:49:28 -0400

Every action is to be questioned. And answered. And concluded. And put away. But what happens when the answers are not answers but more questions? What happens when there are no conclusions in sight?

Methamphetamines (a song written by Del Rey while she was...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 12:14:13 -0400

Methamphetamines (a song written by Del Rey while she was battling her disease. There is something so disturbing and eery about this song.)

Pink flamingo, Blue 50’s queen, Blue oyster globe For then, a dream. Why don’t we go to Coney Island? When the autumn, that guy I saw, through record spins. Blue 50’s song the horrendous look, shimmer neon palm sway. What’s happening? Where did we go? The Jersey Shore was long ago, As we fly hopes and oceans grow. and so I bid you farewell

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:50:39 -0400

I looked to the ground at a pile of ants, squirming around. I really looked at them, sincerely, for...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:50:11 -0400

I looked to the ground at a pile of ants, squirming around. I really looked at them, sincerely, for the very first time. Where were they going? My eyes followed a single ant, as it raced around on the cement beneath my toes. It ran in circles, almost colliding, but never touching another. Sometimes it would stop for a while with a special particular ant. I wondered what their second-long interaction entailed. Was it their first time? Was it their last? Did they make war in that second? Or peace?

The little ant raced off again in the opposite direction.

I looked back to the cloudless clear sky again. Then back to the ants. And I wondered, “do ants look up?” ”What do they see?” ”Do they see me? …Or am I too big for comprehension?”

I sang down the dark streets of Houston today. Stopped for a...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:15:13 -0400

I sang down the dark streets of Houston today. Stopped for a coffee before work, then I just kept on singing

Ionosphere (noun): The creatures, objects, and nature surrounding one who walks and listens, tastes,...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 11:07:52 -0400

Ionosphere (noun):

The creatures, objects, and nature surrounding one who walks and listens, tastes, hears, feels, smells; stardust from the heavens surrounding and breathing into the earth; the elements that make up every living thing; a conventional unit of pressure, the pressure to be more of this or less of that; a surrounding or pervading mood, environment, or influence; the dominant mood or emotional tone of a work of art; a distinctive quality, as of a place, always changing, never stabilized.

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 09:59:42 -0400