the stars in your eyes

valerie-jeanne: “I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were...

Fri, 10 May 2013 00:34:18 -0600

“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

jacobvanloon: Quincy Station, 1946Watercolor on paper,...

Fri, 10 May 2013 00:32:08 -0600

jacobvanloon:

Quincy Station, 1946
Watercolor on paper, 22x30”
Jacob van Loon

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Fri, 10 May 2013 00:27:14 -0600

sexmusic: tattered line of string // the postal service Get The...

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 22:31:35 -0700

sexmusic:

tattered line of string // the postal service

Get The Postal Service’s entire album Give Up for only $2.99 over at Amazon mp3. More is also available via iTunes.

"You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a..."

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 22:30:22 -0700

“You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never.”

- “new york craigslist > personals > missed connections,” (via loveyourchaos)

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brain-food: “Darth Unicorn” by tyrannus

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:31:56 -0700

brain-food:

“Darth Unicorn”
by tyrannus

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Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:29:28 -0700

leftarrow: Music from The Fall— Symphony No.7 in A...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:29:10 -0700

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Music from The Fall—

Symphony No.7 in A major op.92 - II, Allegretto by Ludwig van Beethoven

fuckyeahournameisfun: The Gambler - fun. I swear when I grow...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:26:00 -0700

fuckyeahournameisfun:

The Gambler - fun.

I swear when I grow up, I won’t just buy you a rose. I will buy the flower shop and you will never be lonely.

Modest Mouse- Paper Thin Walls It’s been agreed the whole world...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:23:59 -0700

Modest Mouse- Paper Thin Walls
It’s been agreed the whole world stinks, so no ones taking showers anymore.

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Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:23:55 -0700

theatombomb: “West Coast” — Coconut Records For a second there...

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:22:57 -0700

theatombomb:

“West Coast” — Coconut Records

For a second there I thought you disappeared
It rains a lot this time of year
And we both go together if one falls down
I talk out loud like you’re still around

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musicforthesouls: Nujabes | Counting Stars

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:17:07 -0700

musicforthesouls:

Nujabes | Counting Stars

ruineshumaines: Scattered Crowd, 2002 by William Forsythe.

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:16:29 -0700

ruineshumaines:

Scattered Crowd, 2002 by William Forsythe.

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Sun, 10 Feb 2013 01:13:27 -0700