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[cosmicanger]

julye han halfsleeve necktie shirt on apoc-store

[inloveforlokius]

hey, I wrote a Oneshot of an Oc of mine and Gil Pender

English is not my native language, in fact I am Brazilian. I will post the original version in Portuguese too but for now stick with the English version. There will probably be errors in the English language because I put most of the things for Google Translate to do in English (Don't judge me, I'm still newbie at this).

Previously: Gil, on one of his trips to Paris in the 1920s, met a young attendant at a local cafe from the 20s who was walking along the narrow river Seine, known as Julye.

(the oc is of legal age)

Word count: 2611 words.

the denial of living in the present ♡

Gil Pender is an idiot man from Pasadena, California, in the United States and is about to marry an authoritarian preppy named Inez.

Since Gil got engaged to Inez, he has been having frequent panic attacks. He never understood the real meaning of his attacks, however, he thought it must be something about the book he was writing or his work as a Hollywood screenwriter.

Gil and Inez visited and stayed at a hotel in Paris.

The reason for this was that as Inêz's parents had done important business, the couple stayed for a while to enjoy the ride.

Inez was a beautiful and very intelligent woman, but she and her fiancé had almost nothing in common, the two were completely opposite people and not at all indifferent, Gil was always passionate about literature and the 20s, and dreamed of living in the City of Light after the wedding, more precisely in the rain as he told his fiancee, and he was willing to give up all his work as a screenwriter to become a writer, however, Inez wanted to live in Malibu, in the hot sand of California, after the wedding.

And although Gil loved his future wife there was something that made him feel out of place about her. Even when she had defended him from her own parents who criticized Gil about his illusions about politics and his choices.

But something happened as the couple's time in Paris went on.

In the blink of an eye, the two moved apart drastically, and of course the reason could have been that Inez had had a super crush since college on a man called Paul Bates, a kind of dashing gentleman who was going to give a lecture nearby. from Paris, And she stayed with this guy for a few nights in the meantime that Gil was taking his nightly "walks" to get even more inspired when he was going to write his romance.

However, Gil had no idea that she had kept the stupid pendant.

But Gil also had his secrets, for example: whenever (or almost every day) that Inez wanted to stay late somewhere with her parents or with Paul and Carol, he would always leave early and walk the streets of Paris until midnight and he did that instead of going to the Hotel Bristol where the two stayed waiting for Inez to return.

And when the clock struck midnight, a vintage car from the 1920s always passed by as if it were a taxi from the time and Gil always got into it because it would mean that he had gone to the year 1920, the year where he dreamed of living for so long. , it was a dream to be in Paris at that time where there were so many incredible artists and writers that he couldn't even describe, it was so spectacular.

And there he met the illustrious and talented F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Pablo Picasso, Gertrude Stein, Salvador Dali, Luis Boňuel, Man Ray, Ernest Hemingway and TS Eliot.

Gertrude Stein even read and evaluated the book that Gil Pender was finishing and it made his heart almost stop working with excitement.

EDuring these trips to 1920, Gil met a beautiful young girl, Adriana, he seemed to have liked or loved this young woman very much. She was known to be a prostitute and former lover of Picasso himself, but unfortunately, he himself realized that she was fascinated to other things like the golden age and I couldn't stop her from getting lost in another era trying desperately to fill her feeling of loneliness and emptiness.

Just like he did, but he would never admit it.

Gil discovered that Inez was probably cheating on him with Paul shortly after he returned to 2010 and he thought about this possibility with the help of words from one of his conversations with some of the best writers of the 1920s.

When he had the courage and discussed it with Inez, she simply admitted it after a while, causing the two to break up, as well as belittling him by calling him crazy, sick, among others.

Now, Gil no longer had Adriana, who lost her to the golden age, nor his ex-fiancée who left.

He was left ungrounded, confused, displaced but still free.

And now he was more anxious than ever walking around at 2 am in Paris in the 20th century...he knew he shouldn't be in another century trying desperately to escape all his morbid sadness that hit him like daggers in the back but therefore he he still couldn't stay definitively in 2010 knowing that he could live what he so longed to have.

He walked and walked while it was raining heavily on the narrow Seine River, he saw a young woman who made his eyes go a little wide and wide and made his heart flutter a little.

The beautiful lady was without any means of protection against the rain like Gil. She was wearing a loose and short black dress made of silk with satin gloves and black heels, she looked like she had just left a ball at that time, she had beautiful light blonde hair in the style of an almost classic Bob. like Marilyn Monroe.

The lady looks at Gil, seeing the man in a gray suit and red tie there looking at her fascinated, she approached him and spoke without hesitation, her voice was soft and sweet, as if it were a beautiful melody from Cole Porter's classic songs.

-Bonjour, you are lost? - she says looking at Gil, still unsure about the man.

- hey! Yes, I mean, no. -Gil says no with a fake, high-pitched laugh at the end of the sentence.

The woman nodded and turned to leave, but she stopped when she heard the man's voice again.

- Excuse me but are you American? - He asked hesitating while breathing faster. "What the hell got into you?" he mentally asked himself.

- no, I'm just a random Parisian but I learned to speak American English a few years ago - the woman smiles slightly, her red lipstick stands out on her adorable face .

- Could I know your name? - Gil asked, he had his hands in the pockets of the black dress pants he was wearing as he asked.

- well...my name is Julye, and would you be it? - Julye looks at him a little confused, the rain started to get thicker making the lady cross her arms and look down.

- oh, my name is Gil Pender - he speaks awkwardly and sees that Julye was bothered by the rain that had gotten heavier, he then went to her and guided her gentlemanly to under the bridge.

He was always taught by his mother to be a good gentleman, so he lightly puts his arm around Julye as they walk under the bridge out of the rain, she still looks at him suspiciously but with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. almost cyan blue.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make you less uncomfortable in this rain - Gil says, trying to clarify his intentions.

- Should I say thank you? - Julye says smiling sarcastically.

- I don't think it's necessary and if I may, why are you wearing that dress? It's cold today in Paris, you could catch a cold - Gil says with an air of doubt because although the woman looked stunning in the dress he didn't see the point in wearing it on this specific night.

- oh..well, I was in a bar before it started raining with Zelda and Scott - she says raising her face up to look at Gil, she was shorter than him.

-Zelda and Scott? Like the Fitzgeralds?

-Yes, themselves, do you know them? - Julye says looking into Gil's eyes when he asked.

- Yes! Yes, I've been out with them twice and I really admire Scott - he remembered, he was in 1920! He couldn't say how good Scott and Zelda were as if he were talking to someone in 2010 - but, well, on that note, what does a woman like you do?

-I'm an attendant at a local coffee shop, you should visit there, I work from nine in the morning to six in the afternoon - Julye says while looking away from Gil.

Gil blushed, the pretty girl invited him to go to the cafe where she works in such an adorable way? Yes, and it left him like a little pepper. Between that, he knew he could never go, especially because he only has access to Paris in the twentieth century from midnight to dawn... that is, he could never see it in his daily life.

- Thank you for the invitation, I will certainly go to the cafe - he says lying, The two then walked to a local bar out of the rain and in the meantime they talked about various things and Gil even forgot about his sadness about his and Inez's separation.

When the two arrived in front of the bar but didn't go in and instead they sat on a bench where the rain didn't hit and continued talking, and so much time passed that Julye ended up sleeping with her head on Gil's chest.

And certainly, Gil loved it and even stroked her hair while she slept. When he realized that it was going to dawn, he placed the lady on a bench and laid her down gently and placed his jacket on her, he left and as he walked through the streets, he realized that he had gone back to 2010, he looked back at that same place but he didn't even know. There was more bench, it was replaced by a large pole and the bar was now a jewelry store.

He gave a weak smile and sighed deeply - I'll see you again, I promise, Julye.

And so he did. Every day after midnight he goes back to 1920 just to look for the woman, he even knew her address so he could go to her house.

They talked about everything, Gil talked to Julye about cognitive actions and the fear of death that everyone has and at the end of the night, he always ends up leaving or sleeping on his shoulder. They understood each other, they talked about everything, literature, arts, artists, the future, their personal lives and more.

Julye didn't understand why Gil didn't want to see her during the day, they are friends and friends see each other during the day, she thought, so why is that?

On one of Gil's trips to 1920, he found Julye in a square near the elfiel tower. He hugged her and greeted her.

- Julye! It's good to see you - he says sweetly and smiles at her.

- Bonjour, Gil... - she says, leaving the hug, her eyes made it seem like she was in a dilemma.

- what happened? You look thrilled - Gil puts his hand on her shoulder and his face had such a softness that it would easily make someone tell him what he was hiding.

-I don't understand you sometimes. You say we are friends but we never meet during the day and you always disappear and then pretend that none of this happened... why is that? - Julye says a little angry and sad at the same time.

Gil pulls her and comforts her, and starts to talk - look... it's okay, I know I haven't been giving you explanations but I'm just trying not to hurt you and apparently I failed at that, I'm sorry - he says as he watches Julye lay on his chest.

- Look, you know when you have one kind of life during the day and at night it's like you're in another life? - Gil says, lifting Julye's face to look at her face to face.

- I think so... - Julye says quietly - so you kind of have two different lives?

-It's almost that, but I'll tell you something, when I'm here, with you I feel like this is my place - Gil smiles and Julye also smiles lightly caressing her cheek.

Even though Gil lied about some things, not all of them were lies, he really feels like when he's with Julye it's like he's in the right place.

The two stayed there, hugging each other, feeling the breeze of the wind, they were both in the early morning moonlight.

Gil sometimes wondered if he and Julye could be more than friends, but he never really persisted with that thought. .

He decided to lighten the mood by changing the route of his affairs.

- Julye, do you think I would be a good writer?

- Yes for sure! You are incredible at writing and if it is your passion then you should embrace it and not be afraid of failure - she says smiling, she has always supported Gil in all possible circumstances.

- Don't exaggerate, I'm not that good - Gil says and smiles seeing Julye pout.

- I disagree, you are very good at writing, you are like a poet - Julye says persisting in the idea - you should at least try to do what you like.

- Thank you, you really know how to keep me going - Gil smiles at her - that's what friends are for - Julye says and smiles too, she takes Gil's arm and the two walk down the sidewalk together.

- friends...yes, we are friends - Gil says walking with her.

At the end of the night, Julye turned to Gil and gave a smile that was pleasant to see.

- so this is where I say goodbye to you.

- Yes, I know, but first I want to test one of the theories Ernest Hemingway told me a while ago - Gil says, taking her hand.

-And what theory would that be? - She asked with a hint of curiosity.

Then Gil lightly pulled her by the waist until their lips connected.

He kissed her sweetly but firmly, Julye returned the kiss with the same soft intensity, placing her arms around Gil's neck and the two of them deepened the kiss, totally immense at the moment.

Julye bit Gil's lower lip, asking for passage and Gil gave in, making Julye slide her tongue into his mouth where their tongues meet, they now have their tongues almost dancing in Gil's mouth fighting for dominance.

They separate when they both become short of breath.

- so that was your theory? - Julye says breathlessly.

- Not exactly, but it made me realize and feel many things and one of the things I felt for those seconds when I kissed you was that I was able to dazzle immortality for a while - Gil says smiling, giving Julye a light peck.

It's like Ernest Hemingway said and believed that the moment two people who have a true passion kiss or have sexual relations, they can create a truce over the fear of dying and that's exactly what Gil felt with Julye, he managed for a few moments get a glimpse of what it's like to be immortal.

He felt like his heart was going to explode with so much love and he wanted to show Julye that day but time was about to run out so they said goodbye with a few more passionate kisses and sweet words of affirmation, and went each their way.

And Gil was still certain at that moment, he would still do and give all the love that Julye deserved.

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Volunteers need to build playground at UDLA

May 11, 2023

Julye Keeble

Staff writer

This graphic depicts a planned new playground, including a zip line requested by children who helped plan the space, for the Uvalde Dual Language Academy. Volunteers are being sought to help put it together on May 13

Uvalde Dual Language Academy is getting a new playground on May 13, the culmination of decades of effort by Coach Norma Sandoval, aided by a chance encounter with Meghan Markle.

A conversation the coach had with a staff member of Markle’s sparked an initiative that led to hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of playground improvements at two local parks, and volunteers are being sought to help with another build at UDLA on May 13.

Sandoval said she was asked to show Markle and her staff, who came to Uvalde in the aftermath of the Robb school shooting, around while volunteering at the Willie De Leon Civic Center. Sandoval was headed to close her classroom at the school, but said she felt called by God to change her mind and instead go to the civic center on May 26.

Sandoval said, months after the visit, she told Jen De Melo, a representative from KABOOM! who helped coordinate the De Leon Park build how she was so desperate for playgrounds for Uvalde she asked Meghann Markle and her staff about it, and a stunned De Melo told her, “Wow, you may be the reason why we’re in Uvalde.”

“It was an act of courage because it took a courageous act for me to talk to her and ask her about playgrounds, and the fact that it didn’t go on deaf ears, that she saw my passion and she saw my plea is amazing, “ Sandoval said.

“It is a God thing, and I am a believer. When I went to the civic center that morning, I asked God to use me in a big way. I never knew it would be for this,” Sandoval said.

She said she was impressed by how much compassion Markle showed to community members after the tragedy.

“She won me over that day. Her gentleness, her empathy, everything – just seeing her make eye contact, getting on her knees, crying. It was just such a great experience for me to see being that I didn’t really know her,” Sandoval said.

While Sandoval didn’t know it at the time, her remarks to Markle’s staff led to new playgrounds at De Leon Park, Esperanza Park, and soon, at her school, the fulfillment of an over-two decade dream.

Norma

Sandoval

While giving them a tour of the facility and interacting with teachers spread out across the center, she began chatting with an assistant to Markle as they walked around. The conversation turned to children, and Sandoval remarked she had always hoped to see more play spaces for children in the community.

“I said you know what, you’ve got to shoot your shot. So I said, ‘Listen, I’ve been teaching PE for over 20 years, and in my 20 years I’ve known that we in Uvalde – in my school for sure – do not have the playground that kids need,” Sandoval said.

“That playground is probably as old as the school, and it’s an old school.”

She spoke of the general lack of park equipment across Uvalde, and how she loved to see children playing, which she thinks is not only good physical activity, but can lift a child’s spirits.

“When a kid is in a playground, they’re not worried about if mom and dad fought last night or they’re going to fight tonight. Maybe they don’t know whether they’re going to get a warm meal at home … But all the things a child worries about, they don’t worry about while they are in a playground.”

Though she desperately wanted a new playground for her school, Sandoval said that decades of attempting to raise money, selling field day T-shirts and hosting various other fundraisers failed to raise enough to make it happen. She said playgrounds are expensive, and classes would want to go on field trips or have other needs the money wound up going towards.

Though Markle’s staff told her to reach out to KABOOM!, a non-profit that works to end inequality in playspaces, she said life got in the way.

She coached hundreds of children in physical education once the school year started, and though she was short one staff member, she made it work.

Sandoval continued to try to find a way to make a playground happen, speaking with an official from the San Antonio Food Bank while volunteering in a local food drive, which led her to apply for a grant from the San Antonio Spurs Give Foundation. Though she made it to the second round, she did not obtain the $100,000 grant.

But Markle and her staff didn’t forget Sandoval’s words about Uvalde children needing playgrounds, and they reached out to KABOOM! and, together with the Archewell Foundation, their non-profit named for Meghan and Prince Harry’s son, and various other volunteers working with the city of Uvalde, they built a new playground last year at De Leon Park near Robb school.

Sandoval saw the news on social media, and was overjoyed. She said Sherri Rutledge and Lucy Capt reached out to her, knowing she was passionate about playgrounds, and put her in contact with KABOOM! staff, and now her dream of a new playground at her school is coming true in a few days.

Sandoval said they are still seeking volunteers to help build the playground. Anyone interested in helping may register at: UDLABuild.eventbrite.com.

Park builds

The city of Uvalde, the Archewell Foundation and KABOOM! worked together Ocober 13-15, 2022, to transform De Leon Park, the first in a series of projects. Next on the roster was Esperanza Park, redone April 18-20, and the upcoming UDLA build next weekend. The CarMax Foundation funded the playground at Esperanza Park. The Community Foundation Uvalde Forever Fund, Bank of America, San Antonio Spurs, and the San Antonio Area Foundation contributed funding for the UDLA build set Saturday.

And there are more to come, according to KABOOM! Organizers.

“Throughout the history of our organization, our work has been rooted in the healing power of play. When we first came to Uvalde, we wanted to support in any way that the community needed and build amazing playspaces where new memories could be created. Since our first playground build at DeLeon Park, we’ve been able to foster a relationship with the City of Uvalde, grounded in support and love, and identify the need for additional playspaces throughout the city that will help accelerate our work through our 25 in 5 Initiative to End Playspace Inequity,” said Lysa Ratliff, CEO of KABOOM!

“Our mission is about making sure that every kid has a wonderful place to play and our work in Uvalde is just getting started. We want to build playgrounds throughout the entire city, so that every kid in Uvalde has a beautiful place like DeLeon Park, Esperanza Park, and the newest playspace at Uvalde Dual Language Academy to play, learn, and just be happy and healthy kids.”

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Frank Sinatra - One for My Baby (1958)

Frank Sinatra - One for My Baby (and One More for the Road) (1958) Johnny Mercer (Lyrics) | Harold Arlen (Music) from: "Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely" (LP) (2018 Deluxe Edition)

Traditional Pop

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Personnel: Frank Sinatra: Vocals

Orchestra: The Nelson Riddle Orchestra

Piano: Bill Miller

Guitar: Al Hendrickson Al Viola

Harp: Kathryn Julye

Double Bass: Joe Comfort Eddie Gilbert

Drums / Percussion: Frank Flynn Bill Richmond

Horns: Trumpet: Cappy Lewis

Trombone: Milt Bernhart   Russell Brown Ray Sims Tommy Pederson

French Horn: James Decker James McGee George Price

Reeds/Woodwinds: Clarinet: Gus Bivona   Sal Franzella   Chuck Gentry Morris Bercov

Oboe: Arnold Koblentz Champ Webb

Flute: Arthur Gleghorn Harry Klee

Bassoon: Don Christlieb Norman Herzberg

Strings: Violin: Israel Baker Victor Bay   Alex Beller   Arnold Belnick   Daniel Karpilowsky   Emo Neufeld   Ben Gill   Paul Shure   Felix Slatkin   Marshall Sosson   Victor Amo Gerald Vinci

Viola: Alvin Dinkin   Stanley Harris Paul Robyn Dave Sterkin

Cello: James Arkatov   Armand Kaproff Joseph Saxon and Eleanor Slatkin

Conductor: Nelson Riddle Arranger: Nelson Riddle Producer: Voyle Gilmore

Recorded: @ The Capitol Tower Studios in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California USA on June 25, 1958

Album Released: on September 8, 1958

Capitol Records

[wistfulweaverwoman]

Dear Lucas,

I dreamt about you again. We were fourteen, and by we I mean that we were always the same age, except on your birthday. But I always caught up the next day.  We sat together on the concrete stairs at the back field of our high school. We were just talking and you kissed my cheek. That never actually happened. But maybe I fantasized about it because it felt like a memory.

Over the years I’ve often thought about you. I wondered if, like me, you’d met someone and fell in love. I got married and we started a family. Did you? I wondered if you still like to go fast.

We were eleven the first time I saw you with your weird haircut and that Nirvana tee shirt. I can still picture it, your face. Your brown eyes and tan skin. Your hair was a warm dark brown, like maple syrup. You were small and skinny, but I was short too. I think you had the cassette tape and you showed it to me, but maybe that was someone else. I’m not sure when I acknowledged to myself that you were the most beautiful boy I’d ever met, but that never changed. At least not until my own boys were born.

Too shy to talk to you directly I found myself talking louder when you were near, wanting you to notice me too. Later that winter, at recess, Julye went and told you that I liked you. She came back and told me you said I was cool. But too fat to date. I was mad that she said anything because I already knew, those were the rules back then. It didn’t stop me from liking you. I’m not sure what that says about me.

In the spring we were running relays in PE but I was so short everyone always gained on me. You were cheering for me though. My shoe caught some friction with the gym floor and my bum knee (yes I had a bum knee at eleven) went backwards and I crumpled into a heap. Dan landed right on top of me. You called me Ricochet, a play on my name, because I was always falling and bouncing off of things. Every time I’d show up on crutches after that you’d smile and shake your head at me. I’d just shrug. I was clumsy. And you noticed.

When we were thirteen we passed each other in the wide hallway during class, so there was no one else there. The sky was blue and the sun was shining and maybe it was halloween because for some reason I was wearing the dress my mom and I had made for ren fair. As we approached each other you said that I looked pretty. Or rather you said you liked my dress, but it felt like you meant that you thought I looked pretty. I was startled and could barely say thank you. I may have only meant to but said something more like oh. We didn’t stop walking though. Not till you called my name. I turned and looked at you. I can’t remember speaking. You weren’t looking at me though, when you said nevermind and turned away. 

You still smirked at me that spring when I showed up in math class with crutches.

At some point I’d had a slumber party and one of the kids convinced me (probably a dare) to call you on the phone. I don’t know how I had your phone number, maybe the white pages? We talked on the phone for hours. You had friends over too. I wouldn’t tell you my name, even though you asked several times, but you wouldn’t guess either. It was the most we ever spoke. Dan was there, he tried to guess, but he was wrong.

I have a weird fleeting memory that I went to your house once. I think I remember meeting your dad, he’s an artist, like my mom was. And your mom, but I can’t remember what she did for work. I don’t remember why I’d have been there. Maybe a school project? I remember the jungle painting your dad made on the wall. 

I used to listen to that one song by the Cranberries on repeat thinking about you, which didn’t at all help me get over you, but I did it anyway. It was a stroke of dumb luck when Kelly moved across the street from you. She liked you too. It was a secret that we shared. Our own little I love Lucas club. If I could call her now I would, but she’s lost to me now too. I thought about you so much that I started to dream about you. 

When we were fourteen we had English together. You sat one row over and one seat up from me. You were absent one day and there were whispers that you’d gone joyriding and your parents let you sit in jail a bit to teach you a lesson. I never found out if it was true or not, but it didn’t surprise me. You always seemed to love to go fast.

Once I got a wild hair and decided to try to learn to skateboard, probably because it’d give me an excuse to follow you around after school. I went with another girl, Meredith. We followed the pack of skater boys around like puppies, but only twice. Because I’m clumsy and my balance was always terrible. None of the boys teased me to my face and so I was never embarrassed that I tried. 

After that I kind of got caught up in my own bullshit and my struggle with mental health. I started liking other boys too, and I stopped searching for you in between classes. But every time I happened to see you I thought God he’s beautiful.

When we were seventeen I moved away across the bay and finished school there. By the time I moved back to our hometown I’d thoroughly lost track of you. I’d stopped thinking about you by then, except your birthday.

I never stopped dreaming about you though. 

When we were twenty-one I saw you for the last time. Your being at my work surprised me and I think I was embarrassed, because I pretended to not know you. You were there to valet an event, which seemed to track. You’d become a man, somehow. I can still picture your face. Your brown eyes and tan skin. Your hair was short, maybe a little darker, your features still delicate. The uniform was too big for your slender frame. You were so solemn. But that’s really how you were, when you weren't surrounded by your friends. At least that’s how I remember you.

When I was thirty-six I commented on something on facebook. It was some post asking what was the most embarrassing experience ever. Impulsively I commented that it was the time Julye told you that I liked you, back when we were eleven. I think I tagged her. She messaged me pretty quickly. Did I know that you had died? That it’d been almost ten years since the accident. Snowboarding. I’m shocked, but it doesn’t surprise me. That going fast was what took you. Or at least your body. I’m not surprised that you didn’t want to stick around in a body that couldn’t move. Apparently we stopped being the same age a long time ago. But I still think of you on your birthday every year. I wonder how your parents are doing.

I didn’t grieve for you then. I was too busy not grieving for the baby I lost. And then a year later my mom died and I lived in a black hole of survival that took seven years to climb out of. Something changed a few weeks ago and I started writing again. I hadn’t, not since I lost my baby.

But I dreamt about you the other night. And I’ve been crying two days straight like I’ve just found out. You died almost seventeen years ago. But I feel like I’m fourteen and my heart is broken.

My treacherous brain keeps you alive in my memories and even though I rarely remember what I dream about, when I do, it’s usually about you. I try to pack you away in a box in the attic of my brain, like I did in high school. Because you were just my crush. We didn’t really know each other, so how can I remember loving you? But that’s not really how memories work. I once read an article about memory. It was something about if you fantasized enough about a thing your brain recalls it as an actual memory. 

Either way, you’re dead and it’s a fucking tragedy.

Love,

That Girl you sometimes caught noticing you

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[ubuntufm]

Julye Blom - Movin' On ⭐ This groovy track blends soulful vibes with a pop twist, capturing the moment when it's time to move on from a relationship with echoes of 60's and 70's soul.

Julye carves a unique space in the mainstream by blending soul, jazz and blues with a dash of pop.

"Movin' On" is a true gem that transcends eras, inviting listeners to bask in its liberation and joy, promising an unforgettable musical journey.

[opulentconceptions]

Julye 1965 – Penny Valentine picks the new singles

POP SHOP: What’s new at the record bar – Disc Weekly, July 1965 The Animals We Gotta Get Out Of This Place (Columbia)Here it is. The best record of the week. In fact, the best record The Animals have made. A marvellous Mann and Weil song about social injustice sung with painful desperation by the great Eric Burdon. Not just good words about their “daddy dying” but a marvellous tune as well.…

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Himachal pradesh tourist places

Himachal pradesh is cool and calm hilli state of India situated in Himalayan  range.This state is world famous for its natural beauty,

Ultimate  climate andits culture. Therefore this state is very famous in the tourist not only India but all over the world.Tourist enjoys there life in may june julye in summer

Because here climate  is not so hot in upper himachal.Toutist came here January  or February  to watch Snowfall in upper himachal.Geographically  we can devide Himachal two parts upper Himachal and lower Himachal. Bhoth area's  of himachal are beautiful,lower Himachal is hot region where upper Himachal is cold region.Hill Queen Shimla is Capital of this beautiful state.There are alot of famous tourist places in Himachal but there are some other hidden  beautiful places  in himachal.Hare we disscuss both famous and hidden beautiful  places...READ MORE

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HARRY STYLES - MUSIC FOR A SUSHI RESTAURANT from AUBE PERRIE on Vimeo.

@harrystyles ‘Music For a Sushi Restaurant’

Written and Directed by Aube Perrie @aube_perrie

Production Co: @PulseFilms Production Service: LFR Productions Executive Producer, Pulse Films: @beatrik Executive Producers, LFR: Luigi Rossi & Francesco Rizzo @luigirossi.tv @currynneon Producer: Josh Sondock @_Sondock

Label: @columbiarecords Commissioner: Bryan Younce @bryanyounce Creative Director : Molly Hawkins @mollyjane_x

DoP: Legend Chris Ripley @christopher.c.ripley Production Designer: Patience Harding @patienceharding Casting Director: Kate Antognini @kateantognini Photographer: Adm Powell @a_damp_owl Special Makeup Effects Designer & Prosthetic Makeup Lead: Legend Chelsea Delfino @chelseadelfino_artistry @chelseadelfino_sfx Stylist: Lindsey Hartman @lindseyhartman Hair: Zuleika Acosta @zuzubeauty Make-up: Ashley Di Sarro @ashleydisarro Location Manager: Jennifer Quesenbery @tank_the_chihuahua

Production Supervisor: Brooke Elito @broookeee21 Coordinator: Debby Tickenoff @debb_louise 1st Assistant Director: Amazing Donna Imbarrato @donnadonnamarie 1st Assistant Director: Abbey Hansen @aunt_craycray 2nd Assistant Director: Maria Villena @Ria_on_Set Art Coordinator: Caroline Jackson @womanhood

Editors: Gwen Ghelid @gwenghelid & Aube Perrie

Color: Thomas Mangham @thomasmangham 2D Lead: Toby Aldridge Post: @blackkitestudios Post Producer: Jade Denne Sound design & Mix: Mark Hellaby @onegearconvert Sound House: @750_mph Producer: Olivia Ray

Stills Artist: @james_siewert_artwork Director’s Rep: HANDS @handsldn

2nd Unit DP: Doug Durant @dougdurant Steadicam Op: Kyle Fasanella @vilekyle 1st AC: Nick Wiesner @nwiesner 2nd AC: Justin Mulroy @just_dropped_in Loader: Laura Eraud @Snoufy18 Camera PA: Raheem Stanley @raheemtystanley

Gaffer: Omar Nasr @Omarknasr BB Electric: Agustina Biasutto @agustinabiasutto Board Operator: Brandon Woodruff @tropical___products Electric: Alex Blum @light.blums Driver/Swing: Matt Lundy Key Grip: Keve Huggins @burnzgood BB Grip: Patrick Graham @impockets Grip: Dwane Harris @watch22 Grip: Mithin Thomas @mithintvm

Lead: Erick Benavides @erickbenavi Set Decorator: Abby McCreary @abigailmccreary Set Decorator: Phil McGill @papermatador Set Decorator: Lissette Emma @lissette_emma Prop Master: Zach Adams @georgggy Art Assistant: Jorge Almengor @influenced_5000 Art Assistant: Alexandra Massillo @ok4yso Art Assistant: Julye William @Jeezjulye

Harry Styles’ Skin: Dotti @therealistdotti Harry Styles’ Hair: Matt Mullhall @mattmulhall Harry Styles Stylist: Harry Lambert @harry_lambert Harry Styles’ Stylist Assistant: Ryan Wohlgemut @ryanwohlgemut

Prosthetic Makeup Artist: Sasha Glasser @sashaglasser

Tail produced by: Legend Jason Hamer’s Hamer FX @jasonhamer @Hamer_fx Sculptor: Mario Tores & Greg Polutanovich @gregpolutanovich Mold makers: Kyle Konkle, Eric Mullins,  @theartofseanpatrick & Emily Faunce Fabrication: Reggie Rizzo Painter: Eric Harris

Shrimp mask fabrication: Santino Ferrese @sffxstudios

Wardrobe Assistant: Amber Simirigilia @ambersimiriglia HMU Assistant: @meezamua Meliza Generoso

VTR: Steven Carlson @Steven.CR2 Script Supervisor: Carolynn Cecilia @carolynncecilia Playback: Tim Race @bigblissband Covid Compliance Manager: Mary Kate Kremar @marykaos  Covid Compliance Manager: Christian Peguro @christianpeguero Covid Compliance Assistant: Harrison Lipton @harrisonlipton Covid Compliance Assistant: Jabiece Benbow @janiecerisa Medic: Ali Colorio @alii_cat

Craft Service: Benn Goldschein Producer’s Assistant: Amy Teboul Truck PA: Ross Sloan Wardrobe Truck: Michael Spivey Camera Truck: Xavier Jeffers Set PA: Madison White AD PA: Dahvielle Lucas Set PA: Tahlia Munoz Set PA: Damien Cruz Set PA: Yvano Cajuste Set PA: JT Tsuchiya Driver PA: Duwayne King Driver PA: Santiago Deriquin Driver PA: Adde Abihzber

BTS Photographer: Lloyd Wakefield @lloyddddddddddddddddd

OCP Talent Owners: David Arrow @davidarrowactor & Amber Paul @amberpaulnyc Cook: Dante Fiallo @dantefiallo Handyman: Tony Wave @ryde_the_wave  “Can I touch your tail” Guy: Zeus RocanCourt @zeusrocancourt Prawn, Trombone: Jessica Stanley @jessstanleymusic Prawn, Trumpet: Sophie Manoloff @sophietrumpet Prawn, Saxophone: Reveka Pasternak @rvekap

Background Talent: Dawn Davis, Donna Tsufura, Eugene Farley, Glenn Wernig, Kenneth Geronimo, Kevin Kusinitz, Kimberly Solano, Michell Diaz Perea, Guy Richman, Laang T. Stewart, Josh Tolentino, Lorre-Ann Fisher, Troylynn Roberts, Bryant Salazar, Kseniya Yermakova, Mizan Taylor & Yanilsa Delacruz

Background Casting: Background Inc. 

Tail Handlers: Quentin Collins & Bryce Owen @quentinpcollins & @bryceowen_

Location: Legendary Sugar Hill Supper Club @sugarhillsupperclub

[denalipiron]

#RepostSave @themikichronicles with @repostsaveapp ・・・ What are you willing to do to reach beyond what is perceived as their normal and create your own reality? The minute you start living for you, everything changes. Even in the middle of a storm, with peace, life will feel like a calm day at the beach or a quiet morning by a river. Find your peace, level up. ~ Miki #themikichronicles #mikiwords #poetry #poeticvibes #loveandlight #levelup #theuniversespeaks #findyourpeace #loveyourself #guidedbygrace #writingforhisglory #livingwithintention #purposedrivenlife #peaceandgratitude #joyandlove #julyful

[indigogirled]

HELLOOOOO BABY HOWS IT GOING i missed uuuuu <3

hello hollison ford i’ve just been chilling and forcing myself into a fall mindset like it’s clearly not midjuly and in a ginormous heatwave . so i’ve made cookies every day this week .

[ju-liberty]

Basically me right now.

[julye]

[16h23min]

Twist shirt and necktie shirt by Julye Han

[williamshamspeare]

Good luck on the bug catching thing. I still have a few summer ones left but thats for summer 2022 amii to figure out if the world isnt more shit by then - amii

Amii the summer, summat