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“That’s not how you leave.”

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thechanelmuse:

The Breakfast Club met for detention 30 years ago today.

thechanelmuse:

The Breakfast Club met for detention 30 years ago today.

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fuckyeahbuckeyes:

25 hours. Let’s get it!

f0ndly:

mild sexual love blog

f0ndly:

mild sexual love blog

mrs-kennedy-and-me:

"They were gunning the motorcycles. There were these little backfires. There was one noise like that. I thought it was a backfire. Then next I saw Connally grabbing his arms and saying “no, no, no, no, no,” with his fist beating. Then Jack turned and I turned. All I remember was a blue-gray building up ahead. Then Jack turned back so neatly, his last expression was so neat… you know that wonderful expression he had when they’d ask him a question about one of the ten million pieces they have in a rocket, just before he’d answer. He looked puzzled, then he slumped forward. He was holding out his hand … I could see a piece of his skull coming off. It was flesh-colored, not white — he was holding out his hand … I can see this perfectly clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap … Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car … We all lay down in the car … And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling “he’s dead, he’s dead.” All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying “Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack.” His head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in… but I knew he was dead.”
- Jacqueline Kennedy, November 29, 1963

mrs-kennedy-and-me:

"They were gunning the motorcycles. There were these little backfires. There was one noise like that. I thought it was a backfire. Then next I saw Connally grabbing his arms and saying “no, no, no, no, no,” with his fist beating. Then Jack turned and I turned. All I remember was a blue-gray building up ahead. Then Jack turned back so neatly, his last expression was so neat… you know that wonderful expression he had when they’d ask him a question about one of the ten million pieces they have in a rocket, just before he’d answer. He looked puzzled, then he slumped forward. He was holding out his hand … I could see a piece of his skull coming off. It was flesh-colored, not white — he was holding out his hand … I can see this perfectly clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap … Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car … We all lay down in the car … And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling “he’s dead, he’s dead.” All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying “Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack.”
His head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in… but I knew he was dead.”

- Jacqueline Kennedy, November 29, 1963

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http://mrs-kennedy-and-me.tumblr.com/post/67760057434/as-a-nation-we-mourn-today-not-because-a-great

mrs-kennedy-and-me:

As a nation we mourn today, not because a great president died but because a nation lost their hope, Parents lost their son, siblings lost their brother, a wife lost her husband, and two children lost their father. We mourn for the man not the president, because even 50 years later we all somehow…

day-timemoons:

tropicaloceans:


Drive-In Theatre, 1951

I wish people still did this. I wish this was the most popular date destination, you drive down to a yard where there’s hundred of other couples, and just admire the openness of watching this movie. You could sit on the car bonnet with a blanket wrapped around yourselves and a flask of tea, laughing at this film whilst occasionally looking up at the night sky and admiring the stars above you. And when it gets too cold you can jump back into the car holding your lover’s hand.
There’s so many things about the past which I don’t understand why people still don’t do.

^^^

day-timemoons:

tropicaloceans:

Drive-In Theatre, 1951

I wish people still did this. I wish this was the most popular date destination, you drive down to a yard where there’s hundred of other couples, and just admire the openness of watching this movie. You could sit on the car bonnet with a blanket wrapped around yourselves and a flask of tea, laughing at this film whilst occasionally looking up at the night sky and admiring the stars above you. And when it gets too cold you can jump back into the car holding your lover’s hand.

There’s so many things about the past which I don’t understand why people still don’t do.

^^^

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“That’s not how you leave.”

(Source: jessandnicks, via janeslevys)

thechanelmuse:

The Breakfast Club met for detention 30 years ago today.

thechanelmuse:

The Breakfast Club met for detention 30 years ago today.

(via preppycollegeguy)

fuckyeahbuckeyes:

25 hours. Let’s get it!

f0ndly:

mild sexual love blog

f0ndly:

mild sexual love blog

mrs-kennedy-and-me:

"They were gunning the motorcycles. There were these little backfires. There was one noise like that. I thought it was a backfire. Then next I saw Connally grabbing his arms and saying “no, no, no, no, no,” with his fist beating. Then Jack turned and I turned. All I remember was a blue-gray building up ahead. Then Jack turned back so neatly, his last expression was so neat… you know that wonderful expression he had when they’d ask him a question about one of the ten million pieces they have in a rocket, just before he’d answer. He looked puzzled, then he slumped forward. He was holding out his hand … I could see a piece of his skull coming off. It was flesh-colored, not white — he was holding out his hand … I can see this perfectly clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap … Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car … We all lay down in the car … And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling “he’s dead, he’s dead.” All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying “Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack.” His head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in… but I knew he was dead.”
- Jacqueline Kennedy, November 29, 1963

mrs-kennedy-and-me:

"They were gunning the motorcycles. There were these little backfires. There was one noise like that. I thought it was a backfire. Then next I saw Connally grabbing his arms and saying “no, no, no, no, no,” with his fist beating. Then Jack turned and I turned. All I remember was a blue-gray building up ahead. Then Jack turned back so neatly, his last expression was so neat… you know that wonderful expression he had when they’d ask him a question about one of the ten million pieces they have in a rocket, just before he’d answer. He looked puzzled, then he slumped forward. He was holding out his hand … I could see a piece of his skull coming off. It was flesh-colored, not white — he was holding out his hand … I can see this perfectly clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap … Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car … We all lay down in the car … And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling “he’s dead, he’s dead.” All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying “Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack.”
His head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in… but I knew he was dead.”

- Jacqueline Kennedy, November 29, 1963

(via mrs-kennedy-and-me)

http://mrs-kennedy-and-me.tumblr.com/post/67760057434/as-a-nation-we-mourn-today-not-because-a-great

mrs-kennedy-and-me:

As a nation we mourn today, not because a great president died but because a nation lost their hope, Parents lost their son, siblings lost their brother, a wife lost her husband, and two children lost their father. We mourn for the man not the president, because even 50 years later we all somehow…

day-timemoons:

tropicaloceans:


Drive-In Theatre, 1951

I wish people still did this. I wish this was the most popular date destination, you drive down to a yard where there’s hundred of other couples, and just admire the openness of watching this movie. You could sit on the car bonnet with a blanket wrapped around yourselves and a flask of tea, laughing at this film whilst occasionally looking up at the night sky and admiring the stars above you. And when it gets too cold you can jump back into the car holding your lover’s hand.
There’s so many things about the past which I don’t understand why people still don’t do.

^^^

day-timemoons:

tropicaloceans:

Drive-In Theatre, 1951

I wish people still did this. I wish this was the most popular date destination, you drive down to a yard where there’s hundred of other couples, and just admire the openness of watching this movie. You could sit on the car bonnet with a blanket wrapped around yourselves and a flask of tea, laughing at this film whilst occasionally looking up at the night sky and admiring the stars above you. And when it gets too cold you can jump back into the car holding your lover’s hand.

There’s so many things about the past which I don’t understand why people still don’t do.

^^^

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