Roman Holiday (1953) dir. William Wyler
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Roman Holiday (1953) dir. William Wyler
Star Tribune, Minneapolis, Minnesota, February 15, 1934
Stylist Andrew Richardson caressed by a Russian circus performer, photographed by Steven Meisel as part of the Madonna photo essay ‘Flesh + Fantasy’ for Rolling Stone magazine, 1991.
We think history is so far removed from us, but sometimes I’m reminded how very close we are to each other on the timeline.
My paternal grandfather was born in 1906 (I have older parents). He and my grandmother came through Ellis Island.
My vocal coach’s grandparents survived the 1906 San Fransisco earthquake and fire.
My great-grandfather lived to the age of 106. He often spoke of how strongly he remembered his nursemaid’s taffeta skirts rustling as she walked when he was a child. He was born in the 1870s. My grandmother recorded him on video in the 1980s talking about those Victorian bustle skirts he grew up with.
On my mother’s side, we tracked down a marriage record for her 17th-century English ancestors, their signatures still crystal-clear and confident on the yellowed parchment. The church where they were married still stands in London.
Samuel J. Seymour was born in 1860 and at age five, he witnessed the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Almost 100 years later, at age 96, he went on live television and recounted his firsthand account of the death of the president. You can watch the interview here.
The last survivor of the sinking of the Titanic, Millvina Dean, died in 2009.
The oldest person ever, Jeanne Calment, lived to age 122. She died in 1997 after recording a pop album, the same year The Spice Girls were topping the charts; but she remembered that as a child, Vincent Van Gogh once visited her father’s paint shop.
It’s easy to think of history as abstract, black and white, theoretical. But do some digging–you’ll probably find that it’s within arm’s reach.
Dude i got through all these but that last one fuck me up
Come on darling.
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Sunny’s saying she wants to stay here and spy.
Next year, 2019, is the year Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys takes place so we’re dying our hair, dressing in leather, and killing fascists sorry I don’t make the rules Gerard Way does
Get in, bitch, we’re killing fascists
My ancestors are smiling at me @staff. Can you say the same?
“Captain, what should we do? He’s not an NSFW artist.” “Forget the list. He goes to the block.“ “By your orders captain… I’m sorry we’ll make sure your remains are returned to Deviant Art.“
Has anyone else noticed how, when you have a chronic condition of some kind, that there’s always the basic assumption from people around you that you’re not already doing everything you can?
It’s all about the illusion of control. People who are healthy like to believe they can always keep being healthy if they do the right things. They don’t want to think about how good people get struck with terrible circumstances for no reason. So they keep assuming that if they got sick, they could do something to make it better. And if you’re still sick, that must mean you’ve done something wrong or not done enough.
Nail. Head. The same attitude can be seen in how a lot of people talk about poverty.
my body, tearfully: when sleep???
me: my dude we just woke up!! It’s time for wakefulness and doing things and Productivity
my body, weeping: but???? when sleep?????
me: okay, finally now is sleep
my body: no. wrong.
I long to be one of those skyrim npcs that just hangs around a tavern 24/7 eating bread and starts clapping wildly whenever a bard whips out a drum
When a friend sends this to you, you know youve done something right
gemmy sent me to this ans my flu has only gotten woaerse and im laughing my fuckin ass off trying to comprehend this
COME ON SUCKER LICK MY BATTERY
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Ahh, it’s back
i have disproportionately strong feelings about this.
every time i say “nah i’m not gonna watch it again.” BUT I STILL DO EVERY TIME.
YEAUGH
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