I know it’s apocryphal, but I love it anyhow:
Supposedly Olivia had made a will when she was nine years old that said: “I bequeath all my beauty to my younger sister Joan because she has none.”
On set antics from Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte. It’s not from the film, it’s just Olivia being silly on set while she waits.
Because of kindchenschema, mostly.
Huh. This seems beyond “full-on.” This seems more “can be giggled at from outer space.” But clearly, whatdoIknow?
Not to swim, no.
However, he will dedicate the remainder of his life to finding the goon that threatened her. Starting with golf courses.
I know I’m gay, but still, all I can think when I see this photo is:
Aren’t they? I’d love them if they were two weeks old, they’re so lovely. But the fact that they’re millions of years old, too: I can barely deal. They make me very happy and awestruck. Even in these trumpy times.
I discovered mine by digging, too: on etsy. The top one is about five inches across.
Deputy Sherrif Yvonne DeCar(l)o told the driver, “Fuck right off, I’m Yvonne DeCarlo.”
Whatever works.
Where he ordered chicken teriyaki, after being told they didn’t have fried rice.
It was Rusty Shackleford.
Okay, I’m tired, I have a headache, and this photo is rankling me.
Gangs of New York. Leo, Scorsese.