(Source: byebye-bitches, via manupoop)
May 12th, 2013
Mi mamá y yo cuando nos graduamos juntos.
May 11th, 2013
After changing to fit into society, you are eventually going to want your old self back sooner or laterThis. This is powerful.
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“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
One of my favorite stories about celebrity.
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Chloe Moretz as Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver for Harper’s Bazaar
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May 10th, 2013
Qué hace una bella flor fuera de su jardín.
Además de morir.
(via purinsaito)
May 9th, 2013
Así atardece en un pesebre caraqueño.
El martes 14/05 leeré mi carta en el Teatro Chacao. La dejo por acá para que la revisen y, si gustan, voten por ella.
Querido Niño Jesús: Aún recuerdo tus figuras abstractas y tus siluetas deformes, aunque cuando vivía entre tus calles, y transitaba por tus escaleras, prefería mirar al cielo porque era lo único que me gustaba ver a tu alrededor. Era un idiota. Quizás no me recuerdes, pues solía ser uno de esos muchos que todavía viven […]
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