#darlingmarilyn

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❛     WHERE DID YOU EVER FIND such a stunning gown ?    ❜         raven - haired  beauty  is  visibly  awestruck  ------  it  takes  a  good  minute  before  she  even  meets  the  bombshell’s  gaze  ,   being  sure  to  offer  a  bright  smile  when  she  finally  does.        ❛     ------ you  look  absolutely  ETHEREAL  ,   marilyn  ...  looks  like  it  was  made  for  you.    ❜        

STARTER CALL    //   for @darlingmarilyn!

[etonelite]

         henry waltzed into the party with an air of embarrassment following him already. the way his cheeks reddened when people turned their eyes towards him accentuated his english upbringing without his accent having to do so. he half wanted to apologize for even coming once he seen the crowd that gathered. the young actor sat down a bottle of dripping champagne on the table, & retired to the corner of the room, where he could happily isolate himself from the gathering & quietly people watch until someone fetched him.

         there were too many respectable & well-known names in the room for him to strike up a conversation with anyone of them. it would be like speaking first to the queen, that. he was young, hardly know, even, & this was merely a chance opportunity for him to be thrown in among his acting superiors--not his equals. henry acted his part as the humbled englishman comfortably. well, until he spotted a familiar blonde icon thrown in the assemble of people. he turned away, fearing she’d catch his eye and he’d stare at her too long. henry smiled to himself, a feeling of surrealism coming over him. that was really mariyln monroe, wasn’t it?

                       @darlingmarilyn

[butscrewmefirst]

KINDNESS CAMPAIGN: @darlingmarilyn

my babe!!! okay so i’m a major butt and REALLY slow with replies, but i hope you know that i adore you even tho i’m awful in that way Dx i’m a bit picky with blogs of real people, but i adore your blog ( as well as you ). to add to the fact that you’re an amazing writer, though, is that we mesh so well when we write together imo? i just feel it when we write, and i mean... baby norma jean and baby elizabeth are just the cutest friends ever ugh. anyways, you’re an amazing person and tho we don’t talk all the time, you’re so beautiful and wonderful to me. i love you so freaking much, so please never forget that. ♥

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[ @darlingmarilyn || sc ]

❝Oh, MARILYN my darlin’!❞

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                         “I have a friend of mine, his name’s Peter and he’s a little fucking character actor from Britian that’s done a few things here and there but he said something very interesting to me not too long ago. We were drinking on my terrace in LA and he looks at me and says, ‘You know, Ava, I don’t think there is a me. If you ask me to play myself, I will not know what to do. I do not know who or what I am. I think there used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed.’”

          “Very strange of him to say, epsecially since he’s a comedian, but it’s oddly beautiful nonetheless. . . .Don’t you think?”

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▒▓ *.:｡✿ ❛❛ a bit of madness is key, to give us new colors to see.  ❜❜

[  *:･ﾟ✧ musical playlist starter !  @darlingmarilyn + audition from la la land. ]

[vaguerdoubts-blog]

A COLLECTOR OF PERSONALITIES. / @darlingmarilyn

He’d heard about her, Marilyn. She was single-name now, to the public. Marilyn. When they said “Marilyn” they meant Marilyn Monroe and Marilyn alone. No one else. She must be pained by that light. The light must hurt her eyes. Newton could judge her well. A collector of personalities. He did wonder if she remembered who she was. She must be holding a thousand shells. Take or leave one. Another every day. Newton knew the pain of fame, but not as himself. As Chief Executive Officer of World Enterprises Corporation International. That was perhaps a shell of his own, but he hadn’t built it. It was more a sheet. Sometimes it felt like a shroud. But, no, he would never understand being famous for fame. That was Marilyn. A collector of personalities, all famous for fame.

He forced the car door open, shoving it with all his strength. Velocity still disturbed him. He should be used to it by now. Marilyn, she’d understand that. Her comet-like rush from Norma to a thing owned by the public. Newton had never considered floating World Enterprises. Marilyn must belong now to the public more than World Enterprises would be on all the world’s NASDAQs. It did cause Newton some guilt, to be complicit in this. But he was a photographer, and Marilyn was a star. Perhaps, perhaps he could bring her some comfort. Fuck knows she’d need that. 

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