Okay, legit fucking crying.
You bet your elderly testicles I did.
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A newborn baby gorilla at Melbourne Zoo gets a checkup at the hospital and shows surprise at the coldness of the stethoscope
GIVE ME HIM OMFG HOW FUCKING CUTE
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i could not stop laughing. poor guy hahaha
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Coney Island. New York, 1955.. Photo by Elliott Erwitt.
I never get tired of this photo.
Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of Ella’s biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, Ella tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt… she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him – and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status – that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”
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This song has been stuck in my head for almost a week. On top of that, I’ve been incredibly homesick. It feels like an eternity since I have spent a summer in Buffalo, let alone just being there.
I almost wish I told work that I have to go home because it means I would be cruisin’ down the highway tomorrow with the windows down and country music playing on my radio. I don’t think I’ve ever been this antsy to get home, not even last summer when working at Luna was a complete nightmare and my relationship was on the edge.
I couldn’t be more excited to spend the next 6 weeks at Judy’s house. I’ve missed that girl like I miss my own sister, which is obviously a lot. Being there is honestly the closest thing I have to home when I’m away. It always felt like I was at home. I have been so incredibly blessed to have met the Norkus family. They are so sweet and welcoming. Not to mention they put up with me and let me come back. I am forever indebted to them for everything they have done for me so far.
But I just want to be home. I want to go to the crowded ass beach on memorial day where I will see everyone from high school that I don’t want to see. I want to go to Anderson’s at 9pm and eat ice cream outside. I want to do dumb shit with Carly and Joelle and Cierra. I’ll finally be 21 and I’m not going to let that go to waste while I’m home.
There’s so much I want to do and people I want to see who I haven’t seen in far too long.
I want to go in the pool and try to get my dog to lay next to me even though my poor pup is either scared of everything or couldn’t be bothered. I know I’ll get sick of my parents and all that stuff that comes along with being at home.
But right now…it’s calling my name and it’s so hard to not answer the call.
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