Happy Birthday Marilyn Monroe!



Happy Birthday! Today Marilyn Monroe would have been 85. I feel so incredibly sad, and I find myself thinking up so many things that she would have loved to see, to experience. I know from research, from reading her personal biography that she craved love. That she wanted to know who her father was, she wanted the love of a mother and father. Well, instead she was thrown from one foster home to another, and never really seemed to receive that love, or maybe she did, but never realised it. 

Jo DiMaggio was an ex husband who she turned to in her time of need. He supported her and was a dear friend months before her death. He arranged her funeral when nobody else did. He ensured that it was private and respectful. For two decades after her death he would place flowers beside her grave two times a week. A man known for his tough exterior openly cried at her funeral. The two had a straining relationship as he had a tendency to get aggressive and jealous but they were back together it’s said before she died. Joe DiMaggio loved her; I think we all know that now. Now that we also know that he never married again. 

All she ever wanted was to be loved, and it’s sad that although she may have found that man, he might have not been all that good for her. Knowing that must have incredibly hurt her.

 I wanted to do her justice, but suddenly I can’t seem to form the words for the life of me. So, maybe showing you some of her life in pictures will help resolve that.

Rip Marilyn Monroe, I truly, truly wish that I could have met you, known you, and saved you.  




I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I'm out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.






I have always been deeply terrified to really be someone's wife since I know from life one cannot love another, ever, really.









If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.










A smart girl leaves before she is left.







I want to grow old without face-lifts... I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face that I have made.




I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I never had belonged to anything or anyone else







I used to think as I looked at the Hollywood night, "There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm not going to worry about them. I'm dreaming the hardest










The trouble with censors is they worry if a girl has cleavage. They ought to worry if she hasn't any.
Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio


It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.



Fame will go by and, so long, I've had you, Fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle.


Joe DiMaggio in tears at MM funeral (seeing this, seeing him like that got me emotional too)
  I was surprised to be so crazy about Joe. I expected a flashy New York sports type, and instead I met this reserved guy who didn't make a pass at me right away! He treated me like something special. Joe is a very decent man, and he makes other people feel decent, too.




Marilyn Monroe as a child


Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die, young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? You'd never wholly know yourself...