Hi, I'm Miranda and I'm somewhat of an optimist, nice to meet you. [:
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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.”
god bless america
I hope this the last remaining photos of our presidents
Is no one going to talk about Ronald McDonald fighting in Clinton’s background.
I’m not even american and I will reblog these anyday.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more American post.
Never not reblog
I love the fact that Bill’s pants are undone
I hope that, if civilization crumbles, these are the only photos that remain and people in the future will assume that our leaders were badasses of biblical proportions.
i love how potato in french is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE POMME DE TERRE!”
That is exactly what happened.
I was there, this is true.
Fantastic Oil Paintings Of Invisible Cities Rising Out Of Unexpected Places
by Marcin Kolpanowicz