Watching Old Beatles Interviews Is So Funny Because Paul Will Be Talking And Here Comes John Tickling

call me monica lewinsky cause oh. oh jack. jack you beautiful specimen.

Kennedy moves from one room to another, then sits for a moment in the hall as people stream back and forth past him. He is deeply worn, but nearly a month of intensive campaigning still lies ahead — Nebraska next week, then Oregon, then South Dakota and California. He rubs his face. He has pushed himself to the limit, but he does not mention his weariness. His face is gaunt, weathered; his eyes are sunken and red. He rubs his hand over his face again, as if to tear away the exhaustion. It is not something he has sympathy with, his hand is not consoling as it drags across his face—he is simply trying to get rid of an encumbrance. He responds to questions from a reporter slowly, haltingly, trying to think; the questions seem to goad him painfully to one more effort. In the wake of his success, he admits there are great areas of loss — primarily for his family, and in his privacy. ‘I think... I think... I would make this one effort... and if it fails I would go back to my children... If you bring children into the world, you should stay with them, see them through...’ He had once thought of teaching, or of starting a new kind of project in the Mississippi Delta, or of working with the Indians, but now he doesn’t know. ‘I think about it,’ he says slowly. ‘I think about it... I’m not sure.’ The hand drags across the face again, his eyes closed. He mentions privacy. ‘It would be nice taking a walk sometime without someone taking a picture of you taking a walk...’ More people come through the door. Kennedy looks up, gets quickly to his feet, and greets them, alert again, moving.

─ Jim Stevenson

My two babies the beetles and Martin and lewis🤩🤟

american dynasties: the kennedy’s intro

have been continually gagged by this intro since i first saw it.

Robert F. Kennedy and Ethel Kennedy on their wedding day, June 17, 1950.

(colorized by me!)

a set of pictures that will always make me feel sick to my stomach no matter how many times i see them 😭😭 jfk and bobby are watching eunice leave for buckingham palace here from a balcony and i can just imagine jack getting into one of those sporadic brotherly moods, letting bobby run up with him to the balcony to bid eunice farewell. bobby talking to him non-stop so animatedly while jack takes a deep, subtle breath and barely holds in a retort as he tries to find his mother & eunice in the sea of faces, probably regretting letting bobby tag along lest his little brother get the wrong idea and think that now he can follow him around for the rest of the day. neither of them knowing that they’ll become such an essential and constant figure of each other’s lives in the coming years. and how could they ever predict such a thing. their lives weren’t even in parallel paths. a seemingly different future was on the horizon. jack was preparing for it while bobby looked on from a distance, unnoticed and left out, so low in the family hierarchy. they were both so young and they didn’t know !! life would push and shove them but they would come out right on top but only bc they worked for it side by side (albeit a little grudgingly)

anyways, here are some of my favorite photos of Bobby <33

him and Ethel in the last photo ;( my heart

do you guys think that jack ever had moments while sat at the resolute desk, simply mulling things over that he felt the unmistakable and over-ten-year-persist urge to call kick and ask her her opinion on what he should do?

do you think when bobby said he was naming his firstborn, his daughter, kathleen, that jack felt a tinge of sorrow, not because he didn’t want her to have the name or didn’t love his niece, his first niece, but because it was just another confirmation that she was truly gone, and that, should jack ever have a daughter, she’d never have that name?

do you think caroline, such a vivacious child, the apple of jack’s eye, ever did anything that was so innately kick, so reminiscent of her aunts lively and charming character that jack had to take a small moment to collect himself from seeing his sister again, just for a fleeting second?

do you think while at all the inaugural festivities, looking around and seeing all of his family members and closest friends, he couldn’t help but notice her absence more than ever; when getting all congratulations, he couldn’t help but feel a small longing for his first best friend’s words of devout pride?

do you think he ever dreamed of her, suddenly coming back to him, with her bright blue eyes and contagious laugh, that only left him sweating and suddenly heartbroken again when he woke up? having to tell jackie that, no nothing’s wrong, just a dream, because he’s so unsure how to explain the consistent open wound that is his sister.

do you think, in the fifteen years that his life continued after her passing, that he ever felt so stuck, so unheard, so uncertain, that all he could bring himself to think was, kick would know how i’m feeling right now, and she’d know just what to say.

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James Dean with his cousin Marcus Winslow, at the family farmhouse in Fairmount, Indiana, 1955