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Chaplin <3



His was the face of his century. He was the life of his century. Through his will and energy, and yes, genius, he encompassed as much as one man can; the joy and the anguish of his times; their romance, their horrors, and, of course, what laughter we could find in them. He was a flawed man, a haunted man, a tormented man. Which is to say, he was only human. But with this uncanny ability to reflect and refract our humanity back at us.

CHARLES Spencer CHAPLIN      //April 16, 1889 —— December 25, 1977//



why does ‘liking someone’ have to be this big secret?

why doesn’t everyone in the world just make it really clear?

why can’t we make t-shirts with the names of who we crush on?

why don’t we throw pianos at people and yell HELLO YOU ARE VERY ATTRACTIVE SIR

have you tried throwing a piano

somebody make a gif of this please?

Oh man, what a lovely thing to see first thing in the morning. Thanks, Maggy. 🙂


Bertie: You know, Kitten, I made a decision a long time ago.
Patrick “Kitten” Braden: What decision was that?
Bertie: That I wasn’t destined for sentimental side of things. But if I ever did let myself fall for someone, I think it would be a girl like you.
Patrick “Kitten” Braden: Bertie, please, I have to stop you. There’s something you should know.
Bertie: Or maybe what I should say is, it would be a girl not a million miles away from where I’m standing. What’s the matter, Princess?
Patrick “Kitten” Braden: Well, you see, the thing is, Bertie, I’m not a girl.
Bertie: Oh, I knew that, Princess.
Patrick “Kitten” Braden: You did?
Bertie: Of course. What I said was, it would be a girl like you.

Breakfast On Pluto (2005)


Greta Garbo (1925, photo by Arnold Genthe) (via)

“I asked Garbo if she and [Gloria] Swanson had been friends.

‘Yes. When we both lived in Hollywood, I used to know Miss Swanson. But it has been years since I talked to her. Three years ago, though, she wrote me a letter. It said, ‘Dear G., we both live in New York, near each other, we are both alone, we have similar lives. Why don’t we have dinner sometime? Please come over and have dinner with me.’

‘Did you?’ I asked.

‘No. I didn’t even answer her letter.’


She paused and thought deeply. A hint of sadness crossed her face. Her answer to my simple question spoke volumes about Greta Garbo. ‘There was no one to make me.’”

-excerpted from William Frye’s Vanity Fair profile The Garbo Next Door


“I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be let alone.’ There is a whole world of difference.”

“The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secrets elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won’t bother me.”

“There are many things in your heart you can never tell another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen the inside of yourself if you do.”

“Life would be so wonderful if we only knew what to do with it.”