Firefly Hill
Port Maria
Jamaica B.W.I.

Oh, darling,

Your letter filled me with such a lot of emotions, the predominant one being rage that you should allow yourself to be so humiliated and made so unhappy by a situation that really isn’t worthy of you. I loathe to think of you apologizing and begging forgiveness and humbling yourself. I don’t care if you did behave badly for a brief moment, considering all the devotion and loving you have given out during the last five years, you had a perfect right to. The only mistake was not to have behaved a great deal worse a long time ago. The aeroplane journey sounds a nightmare to me.

It is difficult for me to wag my finger at you from so very far away particularly as my heart aches for you but really darling you must pack up this nonsensical situation once and for all. It is really beneath your dignity, not your dignity as a famous artist and a glamourous star, but your dignity as a human, only too human, being. Curly is attractive, beguiling, tender and fascinating, but he is not the only man in the world who merits those delightful adjectives…Do please try to work out for yourself a little personal philosophy and DO NOT, repeat DO NOT be so bloody vulnerable. To hell with God damned “L’Amour.” It always causes far more trouble than it is worth. Don’t run after it. Don’t court it. Keep it waiting off stage until you’re good and ready for it and even then treat it with the suspicious disdain that it deserves…I am sick to death of you waiting about in empty houses and apartments with your ears strained for the telephone to ring. Snap out of it, girl! A very brilliant writer once said (could it have been me?) “Life is for the living.” Well that is all it is for, and living DOES NOT consist of staring in at other people’s windows and waiting for crumbs to be thrown to you. You’ve carried on this hole in corner, overcharged, romantic, unrealistic nonsense long enough.

Stop it Stop it Stop it. Other people need you…Stop wasting your time on someone who only really says tender things to you when he’s drunk…

Unpack your sense of humor, and get on with living and ENJOY IT.

Incidentally, there is one fairly strong-minded type who will never let you down and who loves you very much indeed. Just try to guess who it is. XXXX. Those are not romantic kisses. They are un-romantic. Loving “Goose-Es.”

Your devoted “Fernando de Lamas”

A letter from Noel Coward, to his friend Marlene Dietrich



Mar 03
Diane Renay

Diane Renay


87
Mar 03
fuckyeahkellonearth:

You know where nice people end up? On welfare.

fuckyeahkellonearth:

You know where nice people end up? On welfare.


100
Feb 22
mollycrabapple:

Raise a glass to Marie Colvin (just killed in Syria) and war reporters, some of the last true badasses of the world. 
Afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted. 

mollycrabapple:

Raise a glass to Marie Colvin (just killed in Syria) and war reporters, some of the last true badasses of the world. 

Afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted. 


It seems like we’re raised being told to go to high school to avoid “working at McDonalds.”  Then it was college.  Then grad school.  So it’s been ingrained in us that working a minimum-wage job, or a job in the service industry, is beneath us.  It’s something we worked and studied to avoid.  Now, when jobs are scarce, and we’ve done high school, college, and had plenty of work experience, we don’t want to take those aforementioned jobs.  We’ve been told our whole lives that these jobs are for people who haven’t gone to school—surely we would never need to take such a job, we’ve done everything we were supposed to do!  And yet, we’re treated as lazy, uppity, and spoiled for thinking we could and should do better. 


23075
Feb 21

40642
Feb 19

1750
Jan 20
missavagardner:


And as I started reaching deeper I realized that most of the blues of that day was done by men. Women just didn’t have the nerve.
 Jamesetta Hawkins aka Etta James (January 25, 1938 – JaSnuary 20, 2012)
R.I.P to the Queen of Soul

missavagardner:

And as I started reaching deeper I realized that most of the blues of that day was done by men. Women just didn’t have the nerve.
Jamesetta Hawkins aka Etta James (January 25, 1938 – JaSnuary 20, 2012)

R.I.P to the Queen of Soul


If they have to look at me and be rude, I’ll look at myself and be nice.

Richie Rich


You will not regret watching this.


Well we used to be the best of friends
Now all that’s gonna have to end
But there’s just one thing that I can’t see
How she’s got got you hanging up on me


24319
Jan 19

sherlockedandnotginger:

onlyslightly:

Fixed it.

Give this ALL THE NOTES please.

This fucker’s tumblr has a picture of a girl just casually covering her exposed breast…So I guess it’s okay to be a bit provocative when it suits him.  Also, no guy I’ve dated has given one single shit about who I’ve slept with.  But then again, I date MEN.


634
Jan 19
comicallyvintage:

Never again!

comicallyvintage:

Never again!


1985
Jan 16

I’m getting kind of sick of seeing all this Zooey Deschanel hate.  Most of the reasons I’m reading seem to be of the “stop pretending you’re weird/awkward/nerdy!” variety.  So attractive, thin females aren’t allowed to feel insecure and be a little off?  I’m not going to lie—I know I’m relatively attractive.  However, I am extremely socially awkward, I make strange references to pop-culture that few people understand and am often considered a nerd.  I’d rather be at home with my laptop and my cat.  This is not an act or a ploy to get attention, or to be seen as a delightful alternative to the stereotypical blonde, bubbly types.  This is just who I am.  Right now, Zooey Deschanel seems to be the “It” girl movies and TV shows are into, and from what I can gather, it feels as if most of the people hating on New Girl or on her, or on (500) Days of Summer seem to think their personality has been co-opted by Hollywood and sold off.  Who the fuck CARES if she’s making her career off of playing a “manic pixie dream girl”?  We’re focusing on a goddamn character/stereotype as if that’s the threat to our personality, our selves, our bodies, or our society.  It’s just someone capitalizing on a moment.  All in the game.