remember marilyn monroe

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Queen Elizabeth II meets Brigitte Bardot, and, a little further down the line, Marilyn Monroe. October 1956. 

(You can see Brigitte Bardot in the distance in the second image.)

Marilyn Monroe of course stole the show, arriving late and in a flash of blinding light.

“She was ravishing,” Bardot said years later, still impressed. “She was so incredibly lovely… Like a baby. It was the only time I met Marilyn, and I will always remember it.”

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“Do you remember when Marilyn Monroe died? Everybody stopped work, and you could see all that day the same expressions on their faces, the same thought: ‘How can a girl with success, fame, youth, money, beauty … how could she kill herself?’ Nobody could understand it because those are the things that everybody wants, and they can’t believe that life wasn’t important to Marilyn Monroe, or that her life was elsewhere."  —Marlon Brando

”It may sound peculiar to say so, because she is no longer with us, but we were very close. Once when we were doing that picture together, I got a call on the set: my younger daughter had had a fall. I ran home and the one person to call was Marilyn. She did an awful lot to boost things up for movies when everything was at a low state; there’ll never be anyone like her for looks, for attitude, for all of it. “— Betty Grable

"I have great faith that her career would have continued. She was one of the greatest draws in the history of motion pictures, and today I think she would have been tops. Marilyn had a childlike quality which made men adore her. Yet women weren’t jealous. Like John Wayne and a few other giants, she had a star quality that had nothing to do with acting… . What women in pictures can compare with her today? Nobody.” - Ben Lyon

“Never a week passes when I don’t wish she was still around.” - Billy Wilder

“She will go on eternally.” - Jackie Kennedy Onassis 

Rest In Peace Marilyn Monroe/Norma Jeane Baker.
1st June 1926 - 4th August 1962 ∞.

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Marilyn Monroe and Yves Montand at the preview of the movie “The Apartment”, June 21, 1960. 

“I remember Marilyn Monroe was at the screening. She had no makeup on and was wrapped up in a mink coat. In her low whispery voice she said… "The picture is a wonderful examination of the corporate world.” My mouth flew open! She got it!“  

-Shirley MacLaine

“She sure registered on that screen. The minute the camera turned on her she became this incredible creature, and she was absolutely dazzling. She was-there’s no question about that. During our scenes she’d look at my forehead instead of my eyes. At the end of a take, she’d look to her coach for approval. If the headshake was no, she’d insist on another take. A scene often went to fifteen or more takes. Despite this I couldn’t dislike Marilyn. She had no meanness in her- no bitchery. She just had to concentrate on herself and the people who were there only for her… Fifty years on, we’re still watching her movies and talking about her. That’s not a dumb woman- trust me.—Lauren Bacall

“Her searches after knowledge were arbitrary and without context. It was as if she were shining a small flashlight of curiosity into the dark room of the world.” ― Gloria Steinem

”Marilyn is a dreamy girl. She’s the kind who’s liable to show up with one red shoe and one black shoe. “ —Jane Russell

”She’d come out of our apartment in a shleppy old coat, looking like my maid, and all the people would push her aside to get my autograph. She loved it.”— Shelley Winters

“She returns to us as the camera’s gift, the treasure of remembrance. She returns in echoes of dark and light, in a truth only the image can yield, the shutter’s eye which sees and tells. The image of Marilyn haunts and flowers from generation to generation. There are not many of her kind. She was born to film, that illusion transforming life into the reality of art.” —Sam Shaw

She seemed to have a kind of unconscious glow about her physical self that was innocent, like a child. When she posed nude, it was ‘Gee, I arn kind of, you know, sort of dishy,’ like she enjoyed it without being egotistical.” —Elizabeth Taylor

”She’s scared and unsure of herself. I found myself wishing that I were a psychoanalyst and she were my patient. It might be that I couldn’t have helped her, but she would have looked lovelv on a couch. “ Billy Wilder

”When you look at Marilyn on the screen, you don’t want anything bad to happen to her. You really care that she should be all right…happy.” —Natalie Wood

”I never worked with Marilyn Monroe, but if she’d lived, I think she would have been all right. She would have been President of the United States. “ —Walter Matthau

”She was not the usual movie idol. There was something democratic about her. She was the type who would join in and wash up the supper dishes even if you didn’t ask her.” —Carl Sandburg

”Marilyn was an incredible person to act with…the most marvelous I ever worked with, and I have been working for 29 years.” —Montgomery Clift

”When she’s there, she’s there. All of her is there! She’s there to work. “—Clark Gable

”Still she hangs like a bat in the heads of the men who met her, and none of us will ever forget her. “— Sammy Davis, Jr.

”Marilyn’s need to be desired was so great that she could make love to a camera. Because of this, her lust aroused lust in audiences, sometimes even among women. There was nothing subtle about it. She was no tease. She was prepared, and even eager, to give what she offered. “ —William Manchester

”Do you remember when Marilyn Monroe died? Everybody stopped work, and you could see all that day the same expressions on their faces, the same thought: ‘How can a girl with success, fame, youth, money, beauty … how could she kill herself?’ Nobody could understand it because those are the things that everybody wants, and they can’t believe that life wasn’t important to Marilyn Monroe, or that her life was elsewhere. “ —Marlon Brando

”It may sound peculiar to say so, because she is no longer with us, but we were very close. Once when we were doing that picture together, I got a call on the set: my younger daughter had had a fall. I ran home and the one person to call was Marilyn. She did an awful lot to boost things up for movies when everything was at a low state; there’ll never be anyone like her for looks, for attitude, for all of it. “— Betty Grable

Norma Jeane Baker / Marilyn Monroe ( June 1, 1926 – August 5, 1962 )

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Rest in peace angel, I love you.

June 1, 1926 - August 4, 1962.

The girl had little education and no knowledge except for the knowledge of her own experiences. She was a simple eager young woman, who rode a bike to the classes she was taking. A decent-hearted kid whom Hollywood brought down – legs parted. All young actresses in that time and place were thought of as prey to b overwhelmed and topped by the male. To be brought down.” ~ Elia Kazan

She came to us in all of her mother’s doubt and left in mystery.” ~ Norman Mailer

Marilyn Monroe was a legend. She created a myth of what a poor girl from a deprived background could attain, but I have no words to describe the myth and the legend. I did not know this Marilyn Monroe. Nor did she.” ~ Lee Strasberg, close friend and acting coach

What I particularly liked about Marilyn was that she didn’t act like a movie star. She was down to earth. Sure, she was beautiful and sexy, but there was an almost childlike innocence about her.” ~ George Barris

Everybody knows about [Marilyn’s] insecurities, but not everybody knows what fun she was, that she never complained about the ordinary things of life, that she never had a bad word to say about anyone, and that she had a wonderful spontaneous sense of humor.”- Sam Shaw

Do you remember when Marilyn Monroe died? Everybody stopped work, and you could see all that day the same expressions on their faces, the same thought: “How can a girl with success, fame, youth, money, beauty … how could she kill herself?” Nobody could understand it because those are the things that everybody wants, and they can’t believe that life wasn’t important to Marilyn Monroe, or that her life was elsewhere.” ~ Marlon Brando

 

Do you remember when Marilyn Monroe died? Everybody stopped work, and you could see all that day the same expressions on their faces, the same thought: “How can a girl with success, fame, youth, money, beauty … how could she kill herself?” Nobody could understand it because those are the things that everybody wants, and they can’t believe that life wasn’t important to Marilyn Monroe, or that her life was elsewhere. -  Marlon Brando

R.I.P. Marilyn Monroe, d. 5 August 1962

Because it's my birthday

You sat on the roof top watching the stars up ahead. Every now and then you’d hear someone in the small town of Alexandria walking down the street. The sun was down and the sky was only lit by the billions of lights. Shivers ran down your spine indicating it was time to go back inside. As you climbed down the drain pipe into your bedroom window you spotted Daryl sitting on your bed, his back to you, showing off his dirty angel wings on his leather vest. His back was hunched showing off his biceps hidden under his flannel shirt. Not knowing how to approach him you cleared your throat. Startled Daryl looked at you then got up from your bed. “What are you doing in here.” You asked eyeing him up and down. “I got you something. I membered you say’n you liked it.” Out of his bag he pulled out a bottle of Mello Yellow and a pack of menthols. “Pops hard to come by these days.” “What the hells ‘pop’?” “I told you I’m from Canada that what we call ‘soda’.” Daryl grunted “whats the drinkin age in Canada?” “18” “That’s how old ya turned?” Nodding your head you sat on the bed. “It’s funny I was an underage drinker before the world ended and now that I’m 18 I can’t have a drink.” Pausing for a second Daryl sat on the bed beside you diggin in his bed and talking out a mason jar full of clear liquid. “Moonshine.” You stated. “This is from Carol.” He spoke setting a container with a single cupcake inside. “What’s the flavour??” “Red velvet.” “Hmm.” You nodded your head. Opening the mason jar you took a sniff of it before taking a sip. “Tastes like home.” You whispered before taking another drink and handing it to Daryl. You watched him take a drink. You watched the liquid go into his mouth and his jaw react as he swallowed. Soon the jar was half empty and you and Daryl laid on your bed and talked about old movies that you watched before the world ended and your childhood. “I remember watching videos of Marilyn Monroe singing and even though the video was in black and white I just thought she was just so… Beautiful. You know?” “She was beautiful.” “I looked up to her and I always wanted to be as beautiful as her.” “Your ten times more.” Daryl spoke looking into your eyes. Looking away quickly Daryl got up. “You didn’t make your wish yet.” Sitting up you saw him lighting a candle and putting it on the cup cake and turning towards you on the bed. You sat on your knees facing him. Daryl soft rough voice started to sing “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday Mr. President.” Happy birthday to you. As you watched him sing your eyes met his baby blues again. “Make a wish (y/n)” Blowing out the candle you brought your head back up looking at him. “What’d you wish for?” He whispered. Taking the cupcake out of his hands your put it on the bedside table. “You.” You breathed before placing your lips on top of his. Your hands found their way into his soft brown hair. His hands held your waist digging his fingers into your skin. You trailed your tongue on his lip asking for permission when he granted you entry your tongue explored his mouth. His hand moved from your waist to your back and hair. Slowly you unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his fit chest as you tried to take it off Daryl backed up a bit, ashamed of his scars on his back. Looking him in the eyes you shushed him placing a hand on his check before passionately kissing him again. You trailed kisses down his neck and slowly started to take off his shirt. Letting you he pulled you back up to kiss him once again before tugging your shirt off. In a smooth motion he laid you onto the bed getting on top and unbuttoned your pants and slowly inched them off you. Once they where on the ground you helped him with his placing them beside yours. Daryl placed his mouth on your neck kissing every inch before finding your sweat spot which caused a moan to escape your lips. Daryl started sucking that spot and rubbed himself against you causing you to moan louder and Your nails dug into his biceps. Taking off your underwear Daryl trailed his tongue over your opening hitting your clit each time. Your hands made their way to his hair pulling it as your back arched. Daryl brought himself up entering you slowly, letting you adjust. Nodding to him he moved faster. One hand held onto his bicep while the other wrapped around his back. He sucked your sweet spot making that familiar feeling build up in your stomach His strokes became rougher, pushing you over the edge. You arched your back pulling him close as you let go. Daryl let you ride it out before he let lose as well. Pulling out of you he collapsed on your chest panting. You felt his heart beating fast as you pulled his hair back from his face and ran your fingers up and down his back feeling each and every scar. Soon his heavy breathing turned to soft snores. Looking at the candle on the cupcake you smiled thinking how for once in your miserable life this was a good birthday.

Originally posted by babystarlet

Originally posted by epicasuburbana