Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST REALIZED
If there were hunters out there like Sam and Dean, or a secret organization called Torchwood, or the Doctor showing up, or fairies or wizards or demigods or whatever,
the ONE thing that would keep it completely secret
is if someone wrote a book or made a TV show about it
because by doing an internet search, all that would show up
would be the show or the book
and people will assume it’s fiction
but… what if?
Don’t drink grain alcohol on Sundays
i want you to take my virginity and by take i mean i want you to rip the person i know myself as now from me turn my world upside change who i am i want you to fuck me so hard i no longerb elieve in a higher power fuck me so hard i believe you are my world have me believing you are my god fuck me so good nothing else in this world matters but you i want you to leave me so fucked up and thirstin for your dick i need to be put into a mental asylum to serve these bitches angelina jolie girl interrupted realness ravish me pls
Bunny: HUMAN LOOK
I HAVE MADE A FRIEND :D
i cant handle this cuteness
“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