#darlingmarilyn

❛     WHERE DID YOU EVER FIND such a stunning gown ?    ❜         raven - haired  beauty  is  visibly  awestruck  ------  it  takes  a  good  minute  before  she  even  meets  the  bombshell’s  gaze  ,   being  sure  to  offer  a  bright  smile  when  she  finally  does.        ❛     ------ you  look  absolutely  ETHEREAL  ,   marilyn  ...  looks  like  it  was  made  for  you.    ❜        

         henry waltzed into the party with an air of embarrassment following him already. the way his cheeks reddened when people turned their eyes towards him accentuated his english upbringing without his accent having to do so. he half wanted to apologize for even coming once he seen the crowd that gathered. the young actor sat down a bottle of dripping champagne on the table, & retired to the corner of the room, where he could happily isolate himself from the gathering & quietly people watch until someone fetched him.

         there were too many respectable & well-known names in the room for him to strike up a conversation with anyone of them. it would be like speaking first to the queen, that. he was young, hardly know, even, & this was merely a chance opportunity for him to be thrown in among his acting superiors--not his equals. henry acted his part as the humbled englishman comfortably. well, until he spotted a familiar blonde icon thrown in the assemble of people. he turned away, fearing she’d catch his eye and he’d stare at her too long. henry smiled to himself, a feeling of surrealism coming over him. that was really mariyln monroe, wasn’t it?

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❝Oh, MARILYN my darlin’!❞

                         “I have a friend of mine, his name’s Peter and he’s a little fucking character actor from Britian that’s done a few things here and there but he said something very interesting to me not too long ago. We were drinking on my terrace in LA and he looks at me and says, ‘You know, Ava, I don’t think there is a me. If you ask me to play myself, I will not know what to do. I do not know who or what I am. I think there used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed.’”

▒▓ *.:｡✿ ❛❛ a bit of madness is key, to give us new colors to see.  ❜❜

He’d heard about her, Marilyn. She was single-name now, to the public. Marilyn. When they said “Marilyn” they meant Marilyn Monroe and Marilyn alone. No one else. She must be pained by that light. The light must hurt her eyes. Newton could judge her well. A collector of personalities. He did wonder if she remembered who she was. She must be holding a thousand shells. Take or leave one. Another every day. Newton knew the pain of fame, but not as himself. As Chief Executive Officer of World Enterprises Corporation International. That was perhaps a shell of his own, but he hadn’t built it. It was more a sheet. Sometimes it felt like a shroud. But, no, he would never understand being famous for fame. That was Marilyn. A collector of personalities, all famous for fame.