Posts tagged Greta Garbo.
Greta Garbo & John Gilbert in Flesh and the Devil
Her voice has the quality of a muted cello. … When she speaks, her eyes reflect her words. And when she’s listening, they reflect her thoughts. … When she lowers her long, sweeping lashes, it’s like dropping a curtain. … Her hands are large, strong, beautiful formed, and, like every other feature of this rare creature, seem to have a separate vibrant life of their own. … If while talking she reaches out, touches your arm lightly, you feel you’ve been compromised. I’m kidding – but not much.
by Clarence Sinclair Bull, 1930.
Letter from Greta Garbo to Grace Kelly, 1965.
MY MOTHER FUCKING OTPPPPPPPPPPPPP THIS HAS BEEN THE WORST EASTER EVER BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK WHEN YOU’RE WATCHING THESE TWO DELICIOUS HOES EYE SEX EACH OTHER UP