I don’t know what it is, and maybe this comes with age, but I’m fucking irritated if someone tries to pursue me and literally all they can say they like about me is that I’m “pretty.”
Initially, if we’ve never spoken before, fine. but after having a conversation with me, is that all? because that just doesn’t cut it.
that’s an alright reason to want to step foot inside, but I’m a fucking decadent ballroom.
Did you only see the doorknob?
wehadfacesthen: Robert Montgomery and Norma Shearer in The Divorcee (Robert Z. Leonard, 1930)
I watch this disturbing video every easter
The entirely pastel backgrounds are what make this a masterpiece.
by Vladislav Nagornov