Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Misfits (1960)

It would be damned as special, “artistic.” It had a stubborn integrity. The characters resembled broken-down actors. Famous faces yet not themselves. You looked at Gay Langland and thought Wasn’t he once Clark Gable? You looked at the blond Roslyn and thought Wasn’t she Once Marilyn Monroe? You looked at the battered rodeo performer Perce Howland and thought My god! He used to be Montgomery Clift. [X]

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I like mindless disco … they say the lyrics are stupid and repetitious. So what’s wrong with that? So is lying in the sun. Not everything has to be serious. Lou Reed, guest DJing on WPIX in 1978 (via psychojello)

Anonymous asked: I'm asking because you posted something that said I hate myself and I want to die earlier and I just was wondering what made you say that?

Well, for one, thanks for the concern. Really.

Secondly, Nirvana is my all-time favorite band. So that’s that. (It’s a song). But still, it was on my mind for a reason.

I wouldn’t say I hate myself. The self-loathing thing is awful; I wish everyone could find their inner beauty, the inherent kindness that we are all born with—including myself. I haven’t found it just yet. I’m in constant search of that peace.

There are times where I despise what I do and say. I despise how I treat other people, sometimes, especially the ones I love. All of this turns into fear. I’m afraid of becoming everything I’ve never wanted to become. This fear turns into paranoia. I turn on myself. I turn on those around me. I get so struck with fear that I convince myself that I have already become the exact thing I wanted to avoid. It’s a sick, sick cycle, but I’m working on it.

Also, I never find myself honestly wanting to die. That’ll never be the case. I don’t think death solves anything; it’s just another step. Between our first breath and our last lies infinity, and I don’t want to skip out on any of it by cutting the road short.

I guess all I’m trying to say is that I’m human.


Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward at the 31st Academy Awards, 1958.
Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward at the 31st Academy Awards, 1958.

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"Because you’re mine, I walk the line"

"Because you’re mine, I walk the line"

gameraboy:

Nat King Cole and his son Nat Kelly Cole visit Disneyland, June 1963. Via the Disney Parks Blog.

gameraboy:

Nat King Cole and his son Nat Kelly Cole visit Disneyland, June 1963. Via the Disney Parks Blog.

Anonymous asked: Hey is everything ok?

Taking a step back to look at what’s around me (a computer screen, music, posters, pictures of my loved ones, a fridge with green tea, clothes, a bed), yeah, I’d say I’m okay. How are things with you?

vinceveretts:

Elvis performing in the Venus Room at the New Frontier Hotel in Las Vegas, April 27, 1956.

vinceveretts:

Elvis performing in the Venus Room at the New Frontier Hotel in Las Vegas, April 27, 1956.


Jim Morrison in a hotel room, circa 1967.

Jim Morrison in a hotel room, circa 1967.

Frank Sinatra and Lauren Bacall attend the after party for the 27th Academy Awards on March 30, photographed by Earl Leaf, 1955.

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otherworldlythings:

Nirvana acting like a bunch of dorks on a flight.

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