Marilyn six weeks before she passed, still as ethereal and beautiful inside and out as ever by the wonderful George Barris in July, 1962 for Cosmopolitan Magazine.
June 1st 1926 - August 4th 1962.
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty? This hatred? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed all by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name?
intro (she walks into mine) humphrey bogart | then he kissed me the crystals | dangerous girl lana del rey | my heart belongs to daddy julie london | lies the black belles | sympathy for the devil the rolling stones | ten cent pistol the black keys | that certain female charlie feathers | the prowl dan auerbach | hold tight dave dee, dozy, beaky, mick & titch | off to the races lana del rey | sinnerman nina simone | can’t play dead the heavy | bang bang, my baby shot me down nancy sinatra
shipping yourself with a stranger at its finest
NO BUT FOR REAL THO. LIKE THIS IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION AT ALL AND IT IS ALSO WHY I CANNOT TALK TO STRANGERS