“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

(via courageatwork)

Know that your legs are made to run and your bones are made to heal. So let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else you don’t know which way is up. — Phil Kaye, Beginning, Middle & End (via bonhoro)

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Love changed.
Love disappeared,
Slowly, like baby teeth,
Losing parts of me I thought I needed.
Love vanished
Like an amateur magician,
And everyone could see the trapdoor But me.

(via waffleandpancakes-deactivated20)

If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
you can let them touch you.

Sometimes it is not you they are reaching for.
Sometimes it is a bottle. A door. A sandwich. A Pulitzer. Another woman.

But their hands found you first. Do not mistake yourself for a guardian.
Or a muse. Or a promise. Or a victim. Or a snack.

You are a woman. Skin and bones. Veins and nerves. Hair and sweat.
You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies. Not excuses.

— Sarah Kay, excerpt from “The Type” (via larmoyante)





If you don’t think soul mates exist after watching this I don’t even know what to say to you.

And what I love about it is how perfectly they match up, how much their lives connect and overlap, how much they love each other, but they still only think of each other as friends. I think that’s such an amazing kind of relationship. Non romantic soul mates are just beautiful. 

This was fucking beautiful.

Nina sent me this as a mp3 months and months ago and it is still definitely one of my most listened to tracks. I love this. 


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