Bobbykennedyshusband - I 💗 Buddy Holly

do you guys think that jack ever had moments while sat at the resolute desk, simply mulling things over that he felt the unmistakable and over-ten-year-persist urge to call kick and ask her her opinion on what he should do?

do you think when bobby said he was naming his firstborn, his daughter, kathleen, that jack felt a tinge of sorrow, not because he didn’t want her to have the name or didn’t love his niece, his first niece, but because it was just another confirmation that she was truly gone, and that, should jack ever have a daughter, she’d never have that name?

do you think caroline, such a vivacious child, the apple of jack’s eye, ever did anything that was so innately kick, so reminiscent of her aunts lively and charming character that jack had to take a small moment to collect himself from seeing his sister again, just for a fleeting second?

do you think while at all the inaugural festivities, looking around and seeing all of his family members and closest friends, he couldn’t help but notice her absence more than ever; when getting all congratulations, he couldn’t help but feel a small longing for his first best friend’s words of devout pride?

do you think he ever dreamed of her, suddenly coming back to him, with her bright blue eyes and contagious laugh, that only left him sweating and suddenly heartbroken again when he woke up? having to tell jackie that, no nothing’s wrong, just a dream, because he’s so unsure how to explain the consistent open wound that is his sister.

do you think, in the fifteen years that his life continued after her passing, that he ever felt so stuck, so unheard, so uncertain, that all he could bring himself to think was, kick would know how i’m feeling right now, and she’d know just what to say.

oh to be getting your food cut for you by bobby kennedy

I really hate when people call that awful namesake by his dads name, like no no no no that Jr is there for a reason please use it.

This is Bobby Kennedy

This is dipshit jr

Get it right!!!!

James Dean & Sal Mineo "Rebeld without a cause" 1955

Pure Chemistry!!!

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sgt peppers fem paul

Kennedy moves from one room to another, then sits for a moment in the hall as people stream back and forth past him. He is deeply worn, but nearly a month of intensive campaigning still lies ahead — Nebraska next week, then Oregon, then South Dakota and California. He rubs his face. He has pushed himself to the limit, but he does not mention his weariness. His face is gaunt, weathered; his eyes are sunken and red. He rubs his hand over his face again, as if to tear away the exhaustion. It is not something he has sympathy with, his hand is not consoling as it drags across his face—he is simply trying to get rid of an encumbrance. He responds to questions from a reporter slowly, haltingly, trying to think; the questions seem to goad him painfully to one more effort. In the wake of his success, he admits there are great areas of loss — primarily for his family, and in his privacy. ‘I think... I think... I would make this one effort... and if it fails I would go back to my children... If you bring children into the world, you should stay with them, see them through...’ He had once thought of teaching, or of starting a new kind of project in the Mississippi Delta, or of working with the Indians, but now he doesn’t know. ‘I think about it,’ he says slowly. ‘I think about it... I’m not sure.’ The hand drags across the face again, his eyes closed. He mentions privacy. ‘It would be nice taking a walk sometime without someone taking a picture of you taking a walk...’ More people come through the door. Kennedy looks up, gets quickly to his feet, and greets them, alert again, moving.

─ Jim Stevenson

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