whole lotta woman

aseaofquotes:

Maureen Johnson, The Last Little Blue Envelope

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fashionfever:

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

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I don’t know what you smoke or what countries you’ve been to 
If you speak any other languages other than your own 
But I’d like to meet you I don’t know if you drive 
If you love the ground beneath you I don’t know 
If you write letters or panic on the phone still 
I’d like to call you all the same, if you want to, I am game.

I don’t know if you can swim or if the sea has any draw 
For you if you’re better in the morning 
Or when the sun goes down I’d like to talk to you 
I don’t know if you can dance if the thought ever occurred to you 
If you eat what you’ve been given or push it round your plate still 
I’d like to cook for you all the same, I would want to, I am game

If you walk my way and I could keep my head we could creep away in the dark 
Or maybe not, we could shoot it down anyway.

I don’t know if you read novels or the magazines 
If you love the hand that feeds you 
I assume that your heart’s been bruised 
I know I’d like to know you you don’t know 
If I can draw at all or what records I am into 
If I sleep like a spoon or rarely at all or maybe you would do? 
Maybe you would do

If I walk your way I will keep my head we will feel 
Our way through the dark though I don’t know you 
I think that I would do I don’t fall easy at all

dancingtomyownpotato:

designersof:

If hipsters ruled the world.

Love this.

theofficesupplies:

“So my question is…don’t you hate her? I’d just imagine that you are so angry at her that you would hate her.” “Well, maybe sometimes. But not like hate, hate. More just like ‘Mom, I hate you!’ and then…she would say ‘go to your room, young lady.” And I’d stamp my foot and run upstairs. And I’d have a room, which would be really cool. Then, we’d just have dinner together. But I don’t know, I’d have to meet her!” 

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