Photobooth of yore?



Brigitte Bardot à La Madrague, St-Tropez, 1975.

What a babe

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black and white image of myself on the set of HBO show boardwalk empire! beautiful clothing and sets… i NEVER want to leave!

Joan Blondell in Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933)
~   Elizabeth Olsen (via abigaillx)

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~   Margaret Mitchell (via mellifluousbookshelf)
‘Scarlett O’Hara you’re a fool!’
Before she could withdraw her mind from its far places, his arms were around her, as sure and hard as on the dark road to Tara, so long ago. She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding  the surging tide of warmth that left her limp. And the quiet face of Ashley Wilkes was blurred to nothingness. He bent back her head across his arms and kissed her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. And before a swinging giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing him back. 
‘Stop - please, I’m faint!’ she whispered, trying to turn her head weakly from him. He pressed her head back hard against his shoulder and she had a dizzy glimpse of his face. His eyes were wide and blazing queerly and the tremor in his arms frightened her.
‘I want to make you faint. I will make you faint. You’ve had this coming to you for years. None of the fools you’ve known have kissed you like this - have they? 
Opaque  by  andbamnan