A few handwritten notes by Elvis Presley over the years. These were just some of my favorites that I found last night. I’ll write them down here incase you can’t read them, he definitely had chicken scratch penmanship lol
1. Note from his personal Bible: “To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.”
2. Note written on stationary from the Las Vegas Hilton. This was found crumbled up in a trashcan. Here’s a direct thought from his own mind on how he felt (from around 75-77): “Help me Lord to get through all of this. I am so sick of it. I think I would like to sleep forever but rest does not come easy for me. Show me a way out from these problems. I want--”
3. A note to his girlfriend Sheila Ryan on TCB stationary: “To Sheila, Philosophy for a happy life: Someone to love, something to look forward to, and something to do!”
4. Note written on a napkin: “To my friend, God will give you possibilities. The answers you will have to seek within your inner heart. If you only seek it, you will receive the answers. I promise you...”
5. TCB doodle (idea for a badge) and a note, on Graceland stationary: “Be gentle as lambs in matters of love...strong as lions in matters of honor!”
6. A good poem in typical Elvis humor, on Graceland stationary:
“As i awoke this morning
when all sweet things are
born a Robin perched on
my window sill to greet
the coming dawn.
He sang his sweet song
so sweetly and paused
for a moments lull
I gently raised the window
and crushed his fucking skull”
7. A handwritten note on the back of his personal copy of “Good Times” on an 8 track tape: “JD said I did pretty good haha”
<3 EP
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Just wanted to send some praise along, because you're a huge art inspiration for me and others and I love seeing you on my dash!!
I love the way you approach compositions and shapes, your pieces "flow" really beautifully. The weight and detail in your lines really emphasizes those things, too. There's so much beautiful and gentle detail to look at in your work!! The range of how you use colors is really impressive, and it adds so much life and contrast to your pieces.
I also really love the way you compose bodies. Again, the weight and the flow and the detail is very tangible and pleasing to look at. The way you draw clothes, hands, teeth, and little details like fur and veins and muscle and bone really shows how much care you put in.
And I really love your OCs and the universes you have! The way you think about everything and the complexities of it all is really admirable and inspiring.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, all your work and effort really shines through, and creates amazing things!! Keep it up!
Aw gosh, thank you so much for sending such a long and thoughtful comment! ;_;
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That thing about King
There’s more than one way to be a victim of circumstance
Hilarious and lovable as King is, if you look at him dispassionately, he is a mediocre white man propelled to his situation on account of his looks. The story makes no bones about it: he's been in the right place enough times and looks the part.
Now nice enough but hapless guy (almost always white) who just so happens to bumble along into serious situations and come out well is irritatingly common as a trope in fiction and get very annoying, especially when the author isn't self-aware enough to realise that's what they're writing. Doubly so when the people actually doing the heavy lifting don’t get the credit because they don’t look the part. Triply so when they’re POCs... like Saitama.
What makes King someone we don't hate for all that is first, who he is, and second, the seriousness of his situation.
Who he is. King does not delude himself for a moment that he somehow deserves his position. He knows his favour is unearned and while he hasn't minded the money, he’s always aware that it could be asked for any day. He isn’t a horrible person being portrayed as a nice guy, as happens in many other stories. He genuinely is a nice person. The fact that he does not delude himself into thinking that he has luck powers and is truly terrified for his life at all times is absolutely key to his continued survival. If he were less afraid, his heart beat less loudly, he quivered less so that monsters and people alike don’t misintepret it as suppressed blood lust, the spell would break and he’d just be an ordinary scared guy.
Second, the situation. If he's found out, what's at stake for him isn't embarrassment. It's death, a very nasty death that you would not wish on your worst enemy, let alone someone as humble and as pleasant as this guy. So a guy whom we should absolutely hate, we root for, to somehow get out of this terrible situation. At least for now.
It’s been a good thing to see King decide that if he’s stuck being misunderstood, he may as well find ways to use that misunderstanding positively, but the situation isn’t going to be tenable long-term. You only have to run out of luck once to have it all come falling down in the worst way.
So the question is whether King finds a way to bow out of being seen as a hero gracefully, or if he steps up and becomes as strong as people imagine he is.
Saitama’s essential question is still valid.
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I will love you like this:
I think, during my last moments, decades from now, when the sun has gotten hotter and the Earth has started melting like ice cream left out for too long, I will close my eyes and dream of you. I think, even then, after robots have grown to mimic the sound of your voice and after acting has gone out of perpetual style, I will plug in a USB of the old episodes I saved - just to watch you again. And I think, after the air becomes uninhabitable and the trees turn purple and the world goes black, I will still remember the way Prometheus put the oceans into your eyes. Surely, one day, you will know of all the ways in which I love you; but right now you’re none the wiser. Let me rectify that, if I am able. Let me tell you, plainly, that I love you. And let me tell you, unplainly, that I will love you no matter what.
No matter the distance. Or the time. Or the circumstances that get in the way. No matter the outcome of all this and no matter whatever anticlimax that may come about. I will love you no matter what the future holds - and if it doesn’t hold anything, and will instead crumble to the ground grasping for a straw or a blade of grass; well I will love you then too.
And I will love you no matter the popularity you gain, and no matter the amount of drama you get pulled into. And I will love you even if the drama finds you - or even if you cause it yourself.
I will love you if the media stays on your side or shifts toward a different opinion. And I will love you even if your career crumbles because of it or if it instead fades into a quiet thing of the past. I will love you if you give up acting. And if you take up painting. Or writing. Or designing your own clothing. And I will love you even if you decide to do none of that and would prefer to spend the rest of your life in a quiet cottage alone. Or with him.
And I will love you if you marry him. I will love you if you have a beautiful big wedding or a beautiful small wedding and I will love you if your dress is the traditional white- or if you step out of the box and wear some other creative color. And I will love you if you don’t wear a dress at all. I will love you if you wear a suit instead and I will love you if the two of you match and I will love you if you do none of that and wear no dress and no suit and decide never to marry him at all. I will love you if you marry someone else instead. I will love you if you have a change of heart. I will love you if you have children with either of whoever. And I will love you if you choose to adopt. And I will love you if you don’t want marriage and if you don’t want children and if you don’t want to adopt and if you’d rather die beside friends, family, and a menagerie of pets. I will love you if you don’t really like cats. And I will love you even if you can’t appreciate the acquired scent of a ferret.
And I will love you even though we are different. And I will love you because of the differences. And I will love you despite the differences. And despite the rifts said differences may cause between us. I will love you if there never is an ‘us’. I will love you if there never comes to be more than this. I will love you even though I am young. I will love you even though you are older. I will love you even though it is impossible to say so. And I will love you despite the impossibility of it all. And I will love you despite the recklessness of it all. And I will love you despite the pain. And the ache. And the missing. And I will love you even if I must miss you for the rest of my life. And if somehow I know you one day, then I will love you then too. I will love you even if your laugh is not as loud and boisterous as it seems. And I will love you if you’re a quiet person at heart. And I will love you if you can’t stand silence and I will love you if you can’t stand noise. And I will love you if you talk to me forever. And I will love you if we never exchange a single word.
I will love you if I never meet you. And if I never know you. And I will love you if you never meet or know me either. And I will love you if we meet all the time and see each other every Friday. I will love you until Friday isn’t a word anymore, and until the universe itself resets, and until the Andromeda and Milky Way galaxies collide. I’ll love you past that, as well. Until we’re all swallowed by a black hole or by the sun’s implosion. I will love you through the heat of sweltering days and through the chill of winter’s deep-freeze. I will love you when the weather is nice, and when everyone is kind to each other, and I will love you if Summer is your favorite season and if you can’t stand the cold that Autumn brings. I will love you if Spring spells out your name. And I will love you if you hate the sound of rain and can’t help but flinch when lightning strikes.
I will love you through those storms. And through those evenings. And those days. And I will love you during every minute, and every second, and every millisecond that spans between the minutes and every milli-minute that spans between the hours. I will love you until all such hours melt into years and eventually into decades, and past the point of centuries.
And I will love you if you’re in Japan. Or Milan. Or even South Africa. And I will love you if you wear silk. Or velvet. Or satin. Or even some odd combination of cotton and tulle. And I will love you if you never wear designer clothing ever again - and if you never step foot on another runway - and if you decide to dedicate the rest of your life to sweatpants and hoodies.
And if somehow I die before you, before all of that, then I will love you from beyond the grave. I will love you from beyond the rot. And beyond the veil of death. I will love you no matter where I am; behind silver gates or behind fire and eternal damnation. I will love you even if I am set aflame, and if you greet the clouds of the silver city after your own death. I will love you if you go first and if I stay alive and I will love you so hard then that you will consume me entirely.
I will love you even after all of that as well.
And if the cure for death is somehow found, and we all get to live forever, I will love you until Armageddon takes us away. I will love you into my thirties and I will love you into old age. I will love you if I lose it all and I will love you if I gain everything I’ve ever wanted.
I will love you if I never grow out of this phase, and I will love you if I surpass my own expectations- as high as they are. And I will love you if you don’t do the same, and if you shrivel up instead, and become a hollow shell of yourself. I will love you if life turns sour and if the days get gloomy and if the nights get lonely and all you can do is cry. I will love you while you cry. I will love you while you laugh. I will love you while you scream and while you shout and I will love you while you mourn and grieve and explode in joy. I will love you if you never feel joy again. And I will love you if you feel joy every moment of every day. I will love you even if you find that that doesn’t feel fulfilling enough, and if you start yearning for sadness again. And I will love you through that sadness.
And I will love you through the madness. And the horror. And the terror of the world. And I will love you through the poisoning of the oceans and through the deforestation of Earth. And I will love you despite the fact that it’s all burning. And despite the fact that nothing matters. And if it turns out that that’s wrong, and that everything does matter in the end, then I will love you at the end. And the beginning. And the middle. And the prologue. And the epilogue. And I will love you at the table of contents and the glossary and even at the works cited.
I will love you no matter what happens.
I will love you no matter who dies first.
I will love you even if I think I don’t love you.
Because that’s not possible.
And we both know I love you despite that, too.
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- Rip x
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If we do get more movies and we get cameos from other main characters, I want them to act as an information network. I want them to be informants with unique skills.
Marta's ability is to infiltrate quietly, disappearing in a crowd with absolute ease.
Helen's ability is a to get in and out fast and smash when needed.
I want them to be the phone-a-friends and the suddenly-sat-across-from-you-at-the-diner appearances. I want small appearances that show they're still living their lives, happy and glowing with whatever success best pleases them, have them drop an incredibly helpful bomb, and see them go back to their lives.
I want the newest soul suffering the latest tragedy to be a little in awe. I want them to see their potential future and ask if that's what's seen in them.
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