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30th March 2011

Photo reblogged from mykicks with 33 notes

mykicks: Anthony Perkins Stringbeany hunk for your Wednesday night.

mykicks:

Anthony Perkins

Stringbeany hunk for your Wednesday night.

Tagged: hunksmy misguided crush on norman bates

Source: mykicks

12th January 2011

Photo reblogged from Molly Lambert with 220 notes

tulletulle: o hey young jeff bridges i c u Look what I got you. (Oh hey, want to be filled with despair sometime? The Last Picture Show is a great movie.)

tulletulle:

o hey young jeff bridges

i c u

Look what I got you. (Oh hey, want to be filled with despair sometime? The Last Picture Show is a great movie.)

Tagged: hunksmotion pictures

Source: tulletulle

11th January 2011

Photo reblogged from with 15 notes

Air travel used to mean being Gregory Peck in a dapper suit, sitting before a feast (the first course is toast with a side of bread, moving to still-feathered pheasant, and concluding with a festive eclair salad), and not even looking at the wine that the airplane sommelier is presenting to you because you are too busy making eyes at a helmet-haired tall drink of water wearing, like, TWO pairs of false eyeashes, and also you’re drinking whiskey, and there’s free wireless so you can tweet ALL DAY FOREVER (because flights were long back when the Pony Express was the only airline), and there’s no security because terrorism hasn’t been invented yet and the only kind of violence that exists is gentlemanly duels, and anyway, you get a warning for those when you’re slapped in the face with an elegant kid glove. Those were the days.

Air travel used to mean being Gregory Peck in a dapper suit, sitting before a feast (the first course is toast with a side of bread, moving to still-feathered pheasant, and concluding with a festive eclair salad), and not even looking at the wine that the airplane sommelier is presenting to you because you are too busy making eyes at a helmet-haired tall drink of water wearing, like, TWO pairs of false eyeashes, and also you’re drinking whiskey, and there’s free wireless so you can tweet ALL DAY FOREVER (because flights were long back when the Pony Express was the only airline), and there’s no security because terrorism hasn’t been invented yet and the only kind of violence that exists is gentlemanly duels, and anyway, you get a warning for those when you’re slapped in the face with an elegant kid glove.

Those were the days.

Tagged: travelhunksnostalgia

Source: dynamoe