TAG! YOU’RE IT!<3 The rules are to state 5 random facts about yourself. Then, tag your favorite blogs and tell them that they are it.

I was tagged by my future wife and current lover, Trisha <3

1. My eyes change color when I’m sick. It’s always how my mom could tell if I was telling the truth or not when I was in school.
2. I love Westerns. I know they get a lot of shit in the Old Hollywood community but I adore them. I think they’re incredibly underrated and more people need to watch films from the genre OTHER THAN John Wayne’s films because there are other cowboy actors out there than just him, fyi.
3. The Cleveland Cavaliers are my life. When the season is on, it’s all I’m about. Dates? Nope. Hanging out with friends? Nope. I will full on refuse to make plans and go out whenever the Cavaliers play. Like, people don’t understand how much of my life is Cavaliers and NBA basketball. During the off season, my life is an empty shell.
4. Janis Joplin is everything to me. It’s difficult to put into words just how much her music and her life have been an inspiration. She has always been there, through thick and thin. I never thought I could relate to someone as much as I do with Janis. Thanks to her I’ve discovered amazing music/artists and have had the opportunity to talk to her friends and colleagues. It is my dream to be able to continue her legacy by writing about her life and music. I’m slowly getting there.
5. Nutella has ruined me.

nevermind he’s just okay, i though of him bc of carole only

I feel the same way about him don’t worry

idk it was the first one who came to mind lol

lol okay good because i like him but i do not find him attractive at all

not my type | alright | cute | adorable | hot | sexy | LORD MERCY

(PLEASE DON’T HATE ME OK)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES FRANCIS CAGNEY (July 17, 1899 – March 30, 1986)

In his last interview, conducted by journalist Gregory Speck only a few months before he passed away, Cagney pondered his lasting tough guy image. “I don’t understand why the public never tired of those awful hoodlums,” he said. In reality, it wasn’t the hoodlum they relished. It was the image, the looks, the pugnacity, the dynamism, the bond, the honesty – sometimes brutally intense, sometimes dramatically tragic – always felt from the nearest orchestra seat to the farthest standing-room-only back wall in the movie house. It was the revelation of a man who was more than the sum of his parts on the screen; was the sincere, inherent goodness of a human being who lived his life willingly accountable for the benefit of others.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES FRANCIS CAGNEY (July 17, 1899 – March 30, 1986)

A friend wrote this to me a bit ago about the far away fella business: “Yes, I’d say Pat gave you the right designation. You’re a far away fella in any number of ways. As a kid you used to look at other people and say to yourself, ‘I wonder what it would be to be like them?,’ and so you grew up to be a man with the gift of wonder, which allows you to observe people and places analytically. You became a man out of the common run of activity who loves the solitude and the elements—a non city man from the city. You’re a man with the reputation of being a semi-recluse when actually—and here’s the drama of the thing—you’re more involved with living than the vast majority of the churning bowels of the city. In these ways and more, you were born and you will die a far away fella.” If the foregoing is true, and I’d like to think it is, it has come about through things I had very little to do with. My parents were a gift, and so was my family; I was lucky enough to marry the girl I did, and have the children I did; my good friends came to me unbidden; my job was one I enjoyed; and I’ve lived my life trying to be true to all these.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES FRANCIS CAGNEY (July 17, 1899 – March 30, 1986)

Cagney’s physicality was also enticing. Like the river, he was always in motion. His face, his hands – his whole body took on the part he was playing, like a man possessed by the muse; and when he danced, it was to a cadence born as much of “…the beauty of the rhythm within him” (as Blondell described it), as it was of the music that accompanied his steps.