"The most personal tragedy in my life was James Dean, you know. I was nineteen years old, and I had such admiration for him," a tearful Hopper said in 1987. "I was haunted by the death of Dean, which had been the greatest emotional shock of my young life. He taught me so much. When he died, I felt cheated. I had dreams tied up in him, and suddenly, that was shattered. The alcohol and drugs brought me temporary escape. That was the first major thing that really affected me. It affected me for years after. I mean it really did. Even now I still… you know, I question. I mean, I can go to Europe, I’m going to Sweden, I go into a nightclub, and there’s James Dean, Humphrey Bogart, Marilyn Monroe on the wall. Going to Paris, there he is… and yet I just feel rather cheated personally. I feel cheated personally and I just… it just leaves me sort of empty and not…"
Note to self: Try not to be so hard on yourself. You’re doing your best and that’s enough. You are enough.
Happy International Women’s Day!
you don’t realize how attached you are to someone until you go without talking to them for a bit
i feel bad for teachers because i distinctly remember my mom bursting into tears once when she was grading papers and she was just mumbling “theyre so goddamn stupid” over and over
every time i read this i laugh a little harder
im always like hell yeah i’d survive an apocalypse and then i remember sometimes I nearly faint in the shower because the water is too hot
when you and your friend say the same thing at the same time
everyone has that one celebrity where no matter how shitty of a day you’re having just seeing their face or hearing their voice makes you smile and for that split second you forget about your reality and are taken away to that made up world in your head where it’s just you and them