j'adore
Can by any chance actors be immortal, please and thank you. [ ]

theniftyfifties:

Elizabeth Taylor

dianapowell:

Happy Birthday William Horatio Powell | July 29th, 1892 March 5th, 1984

His careful attention to the neceties of grooming; his perfectly tailored suits, spotless cuffs, and collars; his orotund voice curled around well-turned phrases; the deferential way he bowed his head slightly when being introduced all would have helped him gain entry at any elite, leather-chair-and-brandy-snifter men’s club.

I’m not a ladies’ man. I haven’t the physical characteristics for one thing. Not handsome. Someone like Valentino should have played this part. Not Bill Powell.
Unfortunately, or perhaps it is fortunate that I have always been forced to stand on my acting ability. I haven’t a personality such as Jack Gilbert`s, for instance, that attracts women and makes them like me for myself. When I am on the screen I must make them forget me entirely and think only of my acting”

Powell is to dialogue as Fred Astaire is to dance. His delivery is so droll and insinuating, so knowing and innocent at the same time, that it hardly matters what he’s saying.

paradisewitch:

Dancer In The Dark - 2000 - Lars Von Trier

What are you doing there?” Eddie Fisher asked Richard Burton. “What are you doing in my house?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Burton answered “I’m fucking your wife.

"text me when you get home so i know you’re safe" kinda people are the people i wanna be around

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Elizabeth Taylor, 1967

Betty Grable, 1937

seasaltandcastles:

andrew-jason:

ain’t nobody mess with Minnie’s man.

THE FUCKING POINT AND THE WAVE she’s like “bitch bye you can fucking step.”

I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything.

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teamrocketing:

mom: so how do you know this person?

me: *struggles to come up with plausible fake story instead of saying “on the internet”*

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