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So much Alfred Hitchcock floating around in my head right now

My view out the window

Yo! It’s me again, seagull anon. Nice to meet you again. Today, I bring more cursed stories. When I was 6 or younger, I was at the beach with some buddies. At some point, I got swept in a pretty large wave. Couldn’t see at all because of the salt. My family was screaming my name but my idiotic brain thought they were coming from the ocean. I stared walking towards it and another wave got me. My parents had to drag me out. I almost cried because my Mario puzzle piece I found on the ground was long gone.

The Mario piece was calling your name from in the waves

Harpo Marx, Hedda Hopper, and Danny Kaye at a circus benefit for St. John's Hospital, 1948

I am mentally ill,, why does no one talk about them like hello???

jfk and ponce nation where are you

jack bioshock worst birthday party ever

Smokes

*watches obscure horror movie and latches emotionally onto the sad lil mechanic guy*

“Coney Island, shot on location on a busy day in Luna Park in 1917, may be the one in which his character displays the widest emotional range. In the first scene he shimmies up a pole to watch a Mardi Gras parade, laughs, and tries to applaud—causing him to lose his grip on the pole and fall onto his date for the day (Alice Mann). Buster also weeps theatrically to the camera when the girl deserts him at the entrance to a boardwalk ride called the Witching Waves. Later he laughs some more, doubling over in mirth at the plight of poor Roscoe, whom Buster has just inadvertently knocked down with a giant mallet at a “test-your-strength” booth. In the second reel, feeling his oats in a brand-new lifeguard uniform, Buster executes an impeccable standing backflip, for no other apparent reason than because he can. He even preens for a beat or two afterward, puffing up his chest before exiting the frame in an attitude of manly resolve.”

Camera Man: Buster Keaton, the Dawn of Cinema, and the Invention of the Twentieth Century by Dana Stevens