Anonymous:
Whenever I tell people I love Marilyn, I always get the same reaction. They say, she was a whore! And it's so fucking frustrating because they've never read a single thing about her, who she was as a person. I've read countless biographies of her and it just makes me so mad that people are so quick to call her a "whore". It's like, SHE WAS A PERSON. A HUMAN BEING. That's why I love her so much. I love everything about her. I'm sorry, I just had to vent to someone that understands.

Yess I really understand!! Tell them all the great things about Marilyn and how she really is! People are so ignorant sometimes, I had like a 3 week fight with my grandma over Marilyn and JFK ahaha…


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Marilyn in Madison Square Garden in March 1955.


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Marilyn Monroe at a party at the Waldorf Astoria, just before the USS Bennington Left for sea trials March 1955.


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Marilyn Monroe photographed at a Stop Arthritis charity circus event, 1955.


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A rare photograph of Marilyn Monroe taken by Philippe Halsman, 1952


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Awww that picture or Marilyn jumping on the beach she looked like so much fun!

Yeah :’)


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Where is marilyn monroes grave?

California


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Anonymous:
i love that you took flowers to her grave. that is so sweet.

😊😚💜


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Marilyn Monroe ABC >> P >> PerfectlyMarilynMonroe

I created this blog about 3 years ago. My first Marilyn blog was littlemarilynthings which was dedicated to celebrating the little things we love about Marilyn. I started loving Marilyn when I was 10 years old because I used to like Anna Nicole Smith until I realized she was trying to be like Marilyn. I revisited my love for Marilyn 3 years ago when I saw My Week with Marilyn which was a snippet of a part of Marilyn's life in 1956. Since then I have seen all her films, read enormous amounts of books, visited her grave, made this tumblr, and made sooo many amazing friends through her. Marilyn has changed me and I'm so glad I can call myself a Marilynette.