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hooked-on-elvis · 2 months ago
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adoreliv · 2 years ago
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happy birthday to my living legend 💐
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newwavesylviaplath · 3 months ago
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loving-elvis · 4 months ago
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My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 179 of ∞; On The Road
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lesbianshepard · 2 days ago
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when i was driving back from ohio I hit a storm in Maryland where the highway was iced over and the plows weren't even out yet so I was just fucking white knuckling it going 20mph down the highway trying not to skid into anything with the most unsuitable music playing bc I couldn't take my hands off the wheel enough to change the music
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utronabalcone · 3 months ago
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camilla isene in elvis presley's 1976 cadillac eldorado for carl's cars magazine, issue #2, 2002
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opendirectories · 4 months ago
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wheelsgoroundincircles · 8 months ago
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1972 Cadillac Fleetwood 75 series limousine
1972 Cadillac Fleetwood 75 series limousine owned by Elvis Presley
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lilwulfpresley · 1 year ago
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Elvis and his 1957 imperial crown convertible!
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twoseparatecoursesmeet · 5 months ago
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Graceland Parking, 1983
Mickey Crisp
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vampsvitae · 5 months ago
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if Instagram was real when cars 1 was made after chick got booed onstage he so would've posted some stupid fucking story in the dark with his eyes closed and a crying filter on with the boomerang thing and that one part of otherside. i don't believe it's baaaddd slitting my throat is all i ever .... yeah that he would do that
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doll-elvis · 1 year ago
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Meeting Elvis: the story of Melissa Blackwood
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“We walked in the front door and the guys said, ‘It’s up at the top of the stairs, the gold door.’ I said, ‘You mean I just walk up there?’ And they said yes. And, boy, that was the longest staircase I ever walked up. They said, ‘There’ll be two sets of doors, just go through both of them,’ and I did, and Elvis was in bed, he was sitting up in his bed in his blue pajamas, and he just looked so tired, I’ll never forget. I just stood there, and he said, ‘Come here and sit down,’ and he kind of patted the bed by his side. I think he could tell that I was really kind of nervous, because he looked at me and said, ‘I want to tell you three things.’ The first thing was that he was going to be a perfect gentleman. He said, ‘I’m not a make-out artist. I don’t try to be.’ He said, ‘I apologize for this, but it’s just the way I have to live.’ So then I felt better, because he kind of held my hand, and we just sat and talked, and he called me ‘Brown Eyes.’ There was a little piece of hair on my forehead that grew down like a cowlick, and he played with that and said, ‘Look at this hair,’ just like when I was a little child.”
“After a while he told me to get out of my clothes and put these pajamas on that he had draped over a chair. And I looked at him like, Are you out of your mind? And he said, ‘Melissa, I don’t mean anything by it. I’ll be more comfortable if you’re wearing them, I’ll feel like you’re more at home.’ So I went in the bathroom and put them on, and of course they were hanging off my arms, and I had the waist all pinned up in the middle, and I walked out and he just laughed—he thought it was the funniest thing. But after that he never once did one ungentlemanly thing or made a pass or did anything to make me uncomfortable”
“He talked about his childhood and about his father, who he told her had been very sick. He talked about numerology and religion and the meaning of life, how he felt trapped by his success. ‘I think it was like a dream that pulled him away from the rest of the world, and he was trying to find something to look forward to.” To her great surprise he gave her a car that he arranged to have delivered to the house as they sat out on the front porch. “He didn’t tell me anything about it, I guess he wanted to see my face when the car pulled up. And finally it came, and I said, ‘What is this?’ And I remember saying, ‘Why? What did I do to deserve this?’ And he said, ‘You came’…”
(excerpt from “Careless Love” by Peter Guralnick)
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adoreliv · 2 years ago
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newwavesylviaplath · 9 months ago
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i spent my whole life driving in cars with boys
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whositmcwhatsit · 1 year ago
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Mister Tiger
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I can neither confirm nor deny that I just spent a stupid amount of money on a book because it has high resolution photos of sweaty karate Elvis.
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vintagepresley · 1 year ago
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Anyone else fantasize about driving around in the strutz with big daddy? Cause I know I do.
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