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Evan Rachel Wood and Kate Winslet at the Venice Film Festival photocall for Mildred Pierce, September 2nd, 2011
Saturday, March 10th 2012
Donny was a good bowler and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and up to Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.
I want this to be my eulogy but SB is all, “If you die before me I’ll be too sad to quote a movie!” She’s so selfish. I’d do it for her!
SWEET SUMMER SON! FIERY MOTHER OF THE DRAGONS! THE FICS WRITE THEMSELVES!
Been thinking a lot about these two touching each other lately. It’s a happy place to live.
fotzepolitic asked: Thank you for all the wonderful photography that you post. And the gifs! Those gifs are killing me. Happy birthday and many more!
It was so much fun sharing GIFs last night! SB & NVC & I have such a collection & we used to have GIF parties on G+ last summer but we never really moved them to another site when The Goog fizzled out. I don’t know why I didn’t think GIF parties wouldn’t be well received on Tumblr during late weekend hours!
GIF Parties are the Discotheque of the Internet! The Rave of the web!
problematicattractions asked: Happiest Belated Birthday! What was (were) your favourite gift(s) that you received this year?
Thank you! It’s funny because usually around my birthday I have a tangible gift in mind that I’d like to receive, but this year I couldn’t think of anything. I didn’t ask for anything & ended up just receiving sweet little thoughtful gifts, which was actually lovely.
The best thing about my birthday this year was all that love that was heaped on me by my friends & family. Being celebrated is the best! I am a’glow!
noair asked: What do you and sb do for a living? What kind of work or so
I’m currently unemployed but just applied for a job as Paz de la Huerta’s alarm clock. FINGERS CROSSED!
SB gets by on her looks.
The saucy pictures that ladies sent me for my birthday had me calling for my smelling salts all night! I just spent some time responding to everyone who sent me images of their bits & was overwhelmed by just how much I love a pretty lady.
Y’all should keep in mind that there isn’t a day in my life that I wouldn’t like to see lovely flashes of exposed flesh; my (in)box is open 24/7!
(via suicideblonde)
Isabelle Adjani in L’été meurtrier (1983).
It was sunny outside and she was wearing a sky-blue nylon dress so transparent she seemed practically naked against the light. - One Deadly Summer by Sebastien Japrisot
Making a queue for today of things that are NOT reblogs for Bohemea’s birthday! Practically anything I could reblog would be something she’s gonna see anyway, so! Into the deep darks of my external hard drives I delve! Happy birthday to one of my favorite human beings! <3
http://myheartisfullofreblogs.tumblr.com/tagged/bohemea-birthday
Vanessa Bell, Virginia Woolf, 1911-12
From the National Gallery of Australia:
‘For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself … All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself … Although she continued to knit, and sat upright, it was thus that she felt herself; and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.’
When Virginia Woolf wrote this of her character Mrs Ramsay in To the lighthouse (1927), Woolf could just as easily have been describing herself as she was painted by her sister in this work. Bell’s portrait captured a moment of quiet intimacy between the sisters, with Virginia knitting or sewing, quite unselfconsciously ‘being herself’.
