dianapowell:

Happy Birthday Carole Lombard | October 6th, 1908 – January 16th, 1942

Carole had a quality which is rare. You can count the women who have had it on the fingers of one hand. Carole, while doing the wild antics of a clown…could make you laugh, and yet at the same time make you want to go to bed with her.” | Desi Arnaz

We called her The Profane Angel because she looked like an angel but she swore like a sailor. She was the only woman I ever knew who could tell a dirty story without losing her femininity.” | Mitchell Leisen

gregorypecks-deactivated2014032:

Love is the hardest thing in the world to write about. It’s so simple. You’ve gotta catch it through details, like the early morning sunlight hitting the gray tin of the rain spout in front of her house, the ringing of a telephone that sounds like Beethoven’s Pastorale, a letter scribbled on her office stationary that you carry around in your pocket because it smells like all the lilacs in Ohio.

The Lost Weekend (1945)