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16th July 2014

Photoset reblogged from Oh hay, I'm Jen with 250 notes

trappedinamentalhell:

The Devil’s Rejects (2005)

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16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from HORRORFIXXX with 609 notes

16th July 2014

Photo reblogged from This is a Nature blog. with 4,684 notes

woodendreams:

(by Daniel Gong)

woodendreams:

(by Daniel Gong)

12th April 2014

Photoset reblogged from Where Beauty & Terror Dance with 79 notes

beautyandterrordance:

Vincent and Linda Hayden in Madhouse (1974), via greggorysshocktheater.

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12th April 2014

Photo reblogged from HORRORFIXXX with 1,234 notes

12th April 2014

Photo reblogged from HORRORFIXXX with 281 notes

12th April 2014

Photo reblogged from This is a Nature blog. with 3,380 notes

woodendreams:

(by Gary McParland)

woodendreams:

(by Gary McParland)

9th April 2014

Photo reblogged from Where Beauty & Terror Dance with 228 notes

beautyandterrordance:

Vincent’s wife of 17 years Coral Browne, died of breast cancer two days after Vincent Price’s 80th birthday in 1991. A memorial service was held at London’s Farmers Church in the autumn, but Vincent’s own frail health made it impossible for him to attend.
Director John Schlesinger read a letter written by the grieving husband:
"Dear John:
When I was courting Coral, the first gift she gave me was a photo of herself simply signed, “Remember Coral” — not really a challenge as the problem was, how could you forget her? I’ve come to believe remembering someone is not the highest compliment — it is missing them. I find I miss every hour of Coral’s life — I miss her morning cloudiness, noon mellowness, evening brightness. I miss her in every corner of our house, every crevice of my life. In missing her, I feel I’m missing much of life itself. Over her long illness, as I held her hand or stroked her brow, or just lay still beside her, it was not the affectionate contact we’d known as we wandered down the glamorous paths we’d been privileged to share in our few years together; we were marching towards the end of our time and we both knew it. But, in our looks, our smiles, the private, few, soft-spoken word, there was hope of other places, other ways, perhaps, to meet again.
One fact of Coral I’ll always miss, her many, many devoted friends — many here, today, in this beautiful church, celebrating her life more than mourning her death, and missing the liveliness of her wit, her personal beauty, her outgoing self. I love them all for loving her. Many of you have shared more of her life than I have, but that very private and intense passion for her is mine alone.
She survived that last long year on the love of her friends, their caring and concern — and very especially yours, dear John. I miss you all, and though we may not meet as often, nor in the great good company of my wife, you are in my memory locked.
All my love,
Vincent”, via greggorysshocktheater.

beautyandterrordance:

Vincent’s wife of 17 years Coral Browne, died of breast cancer two days after Vincent Price’s 80th birthday in 1991. A memorial service was held at London’s Farmers Church in the autumn, but Vincent’s own frail health made it impossible for him to attend.

Director John Schlesinger read a letter written by the grieving husband:

"Dear John:

When I was courting Coral, the first gift she gave me was a photo of herself simply signed, “Remember Coral” — not really a challenge as the problem was, how could you forget her? I’ve come to believe remembering someone is not the highest compliment — it is missing them. I find I miss every hour of Coral’s life — I miss her morning cloudiness, noon mellowness, evening brightness. I miss her in every corner of our house, every crevice of my life. In missing her, I feel I’m missing much of life itself. Over her long illness, as I held her hand or stroked her brow, or just lay still beside her, it was not the affectionate contact we’d known as we wandered down the glamorous paths we’d been privileged to share in our few years together; we were marching towards the end of our time and we both knew it. But, in our looks, our smiles, the private, few, soft-spoken word, there was hope of other places, other ways, perhaps, to meet again.

One fact of Coral I’ll always miss, her many, many devoted friends — many here, today, in this beautiful church, celebrating her life more than mourning her death, and missing the liveliness of her wit, her personal beauty, her outgoing self. I love them all for loving her. Many of you have shared more of her life than I have, but that very private and intense passion for her is mine alone.

She survived that last long year on the love of her friends, their caring and concern — and very especially yours, dear John. I miss you all, and though we may not meet as often, nor in the great good company of my wife, you are in my memory locked.

All my love,

Vincent”, via greggorysshocktheater.

Source: greggorysshocktheater

9th April 2014

Photo reblogged from Where Beauty & Terror Dance with 14,458 notes

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7th April 2014

Photo reblogged from Of course I'm out of my mind, it's dark in there. with 23 notes