𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕. @hepburneds - Tumblr Blog

I feel for everyone who isn’t having the time of their fucking lives with The Vampire Lestat. Every week I clap and cheer for the antics of the world’s saddest buzzword-laden bisexual crash-out diva and his crew of the least healed men to ever grace the small screen. The songs are cringe delightfully camp, the wigs are a nightmare, I’m living my best life, I’m loving every second. Why the fuck would you have a blood shower in your tour bus. The onscreen mother-son incest is only like the third wildest thing happening in any given episode. It’s insane. I never want it to end

#the vampire lestat.#exactlyyyyyy

werewolf-transgenderism

#mary oliver.#poetry.

lestatdelioncourtney

#iconic king #the vampire lestat.

getting emotional over the vampire lestat premiere bc my mom loved this show and would’ve loooooved the rockstar camp of this new season :’)

#miss her miss her miss her every fucking second of every day

wardengrill

I hate you so much I think I'm going to die from it, darling | Gilda (1946)

#films.#gilda.#iconiccccc

hajsndskskmsnxndn-deactivated20

happy international women's day

davidhudson

Randolph Scott, January 23, 1898 – March 2, 1987.

With Cary Grant in 1935.

#and they were roommates #randolph scott #cary grant

naryamirie

just saw this personal ad from 1966 (sourced here) and god. this is really it

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danielwaldorf

my favorite films, (7/?): It’s a Wonderful Life (1946) | Dir. Frank Capra

Just remember this, Mr. Potter, that this rabble you’re talking about… they do most of the working and paying and living and dying in this community. Well, is it too much to have them work and pay and live and die in a couple of decent rooms and a bath? Anyway, my father didn’t think so. People were human beings to him. But to you, a warped, frustrated old man, they’re cattle. Well in my book, my father died a much richer man than you’ll ever be!

#it’s a wonderful life #films #most perfect film ever made and i mean that

lbelongiiu

SWEET SMELL OF SUCCESS (1957) dir. Alexander Mackendrick

#films #sweet smell of success #ugh

i’m so homesick, but that home no longer exists. i can never go back. i can never have it again. my mom is gone. i had to watch her go. it feels like everyone wants me to be over it, to have swallowed this down already. i’m in agony. i can be fine for awhile, even for a few days. and then it will hit me that i will never ever ever see my mom again. my best friend. my favorite person. and my last few weeks with her were awful. i had to listen to her death rattle. i had to watch her take her last breaths. how can anyone ever expect me to be the same person. to care about the same things. i’m a week and a half away from my first birthday without her. everything i do moving forward will be without her. what the fuck. what the fuck

golden-letters

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.