I laughed so hard at this some reason
Today marks the 50th anniversary of Marilyn Monroe’s death.
Happily, if anyone had eyes to see, it was “Eisie.” The images that he captured on one afternoon in 1953 remain not only among the warmest, most casually intimate photos of Marilyn that anyone ever made: they also serve as a poignant record of a young woman on the very cusp of both genuine superstardom and years of gradually, ever-deepening misery. Defined less by her film work and more by her celebrity, her broken marriages (to baseball Hall of Famer Joe DiMaggio and great American playwright, Arthur Miller), depression, drugs, affairs — most famously and devastatingly, of course, with JFK — Marilyn Monroe’s life in the decade between that 1953 photo session with Eisenstaedt and her death in August 1962 has been chronicled, dissected, analyzed and sifted so thoroughly that there’s little need to recount it here.
LIFE.com offers this series of photos — most of which never ran in LIFE magazine — as both a tribute and a reminder: a tribute to the great, uniquely empathetic photographer who made them, and a reminder of the talented, beautiful, utterly alive young Marilyn who so bewitched the world, her whole life still before her.
Fuck you. I fucking hate this place. Why do I have to take class way out here away from everyone? I’m so sorry I couldn’t have 5 god damn minuets of your time. I’m sorry I’ve missed you like crazy. You’d probably never understand. I feel trapped now, 4 fucking blank walls stare at me for hours on end. The tv seems to only fucking play videos of the memories we’ve made all accompanied by “I don’t want this night to end.” So I left, hopped on the train hoping to get lost somewhere and temporarily forget about you so I focus and stay calm. It didn’t work. I walked with no destination until I saw a little girl, maybe 4 or 5, I looked at her smiled and noticed she was carrying a stuffed giraffe. Another reminder and thoughts of you. I look away quickly towards the street where traffic is stuck. What just fucking happens to be there?! A 95 Nissan sentra, and it’s black. Another reminder and thoughts of you. I say to myself I just keep walking, turn up your headphones, it’s gonna be cool. I just happen to pass a mini shed but they made it look like a little house. I know how much you would’ve enjoyed seeing that. You probably would have held my arm really tight, made one of your weird noises and asked me to buy one for you. Of course I would have jokingly said yes of course. Once again another reminder and thoughts of you. You’re always in and out of my mind. I have been asked twice already do I turn on the screen to my phone and just smile? Because….. Because I see the girl of my dreams and the one I’d give everything for. Because of I think of your smile, your bright red lipstick, your cute laugh, your soft touch, your kisses, your tight hugs, your hand sliding between mine, your gentle voice. Because I simply miss you. That’s why I smile. Every time someone calls me our song comes on I jump up and pray its you. It usually isn’t though. Hearing “you got you’re hands up, your rocking in my truck, your got the radio on, you’re singing every song” it fucking builds my hope up only to have it washed away like sand on the beach. He may have not wanted that night to end but I want this one to. I want it to end so fucking quick so I can hurry up and get the next day over with I wanna leave. I woke up from my sleep last night cause I had a dream of you, I glance to the side and you’re not there. I don’t know why but tears are now falling on my screen. Maybe it’s because every little thing I see somehow relates back to you. Maybe its because its thundering outside and I know you like when I hold you while it rumbles. Maybe it’s because I’m thinking of you way to much. Maybe it’s because I’m going to sleep tonight with out saying a proper goodnight and sweet dreams. I don’t know. So if you end up seeing this, good night Schweet dreams I miss you.