Audrey Hepburn with a doggy friend on the set of ‘Green Mansions’, 1959. Photo by Bob Willoughby.
4 months ago
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“cray-cray-bad-at-phone?? ohhh her native american indian name!”
i love that my friends understand me
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5 months ago
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That would make me TEXAS EYES KILLER DUPREE
ie awesome
Ya’ll can call me Pretty Bones Lee…
2 months ago
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Every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We fall in love hoping we won’t find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise, and stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved hope to maintain (against the evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in our species.
