the past 24 hours
- packed up my dorm, donated so. much. shit. realized that i still had an ungodly amount of crap. currently super ashamed and embarrassed at all my shit, gunna go through it when i get back from my trip
- went home. my dad barely talked to me and my boyfriend. we played with my dog, unpacked my shit, and left.
- gross chocolate wine, the sandlot
- ALL THE CUDDLES
- moved shit, cut open shit, arranged shit, and priced shit like a boss at work
might become pescatarian again
this is the laziest thing i’ve seen in my entire life
is this masturbation?
nah this is like unlimited energy. my nigga made the tesseract
I never get tired of this photo.
Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”