Third Tattoo

Marilyn Monroe's unfinished letter to ex-husband Joe Dimaggio. After watching My Week with Marilyn I realized how much her and I are alike emotionally and with men. The way our needs suck everything out of them, our insecurities eat at us, and all our flaws that we share are the reasons we lose the men we love. "why does everybody I love leave me?"- Marilyn

So yes there is supposed to be only one g in the word biggest just how she wrote it, she must've been on sleeping pills she was known to take many of, and/or crying when she wrote this. So that missing g has so much meaning to it. Both her and I were/are troubled heartbroken souls who numb ourselves with pills. (not addicts though) Her sleeping pills is equivalent to my xanax prescription.

This letter is something I would feel and write to a loved one. I got it precisely dedicated to her and our alikeness. She wrote this as her and Joe were getting back together and were soon to be remarried. They had her funeral on the day their wedding would have been held.

"As the mourners filed past Marilyn’s open casket for one final au revoir… Joe lingered until they had each had their moment – and then before the casket was closed, he bent over her and placed three roses in her hands, sobbing aloud with his last kiss, he told her “I love you. I love you. I love you”... Joe went on to spend the next 47 years living without his girl – he never recovered from her death, never remarried or shared his life with another woman...He never sold Marilyn down the river, never debased her memory and always kept a dignified silence."

Joe Dimaggio's last words before he died were "I'll finally get to see Marilyn"










These pictures were taken by my best friend Aurora who has been present for two of my tattoos. The picture below has turned out to be my most favorite picture of my face ever. I can't explain why really, maybe its because its the only picture I like of my nose but its my favorite picture of my face of all time. Funny how random and unplanned these things can be.

"The people that attended Marilyn’s funeral were the people that had looked after her during her life; among them was her maid, housekeeper, secretary, driver, her masseur Ralf Roberts, Greenson and his family, her publicist, lawyers and her hairdressers and loyal makeup man, Allan “Whitey” Snyder.

Joe phoned Whitey early Tuesday morning, when Marilyn’s body arrived at Westwood Memorial Park. Reminding Whitey of the promise he made to Marilyn after she had her appendectomy, she made Whitey promise that whenever she died, he would do her makeup. That he would make her look as beautiful and as much of a star as he made her look in her films.

Joe said to him during the call “you promised. Will you do it, please? For her?” Whitey understood and replied “I’ll be there, Joe”

Whitey kept to his word, he and Marilyn’s wardrobe assistant (Whitey’s wife-to-be) Marjorie Plecher, worked on Marilyn with great love, care and respect, restoring her after her autopsy ordeal, into the beautiful image that was Marilyn Monroe. With a wig that she had worn for The Misfits, a chiffon scarf around her neck, her favourite green Pucci dress that she loved – she lay in the bronze casket that Joe had bought and was as beautiful as ever. Joe sat and stared at his girl as Whitey and Marjorie left – the hardest job they had ever done in their lives or ever would, now completed.

When they returned Wednesday morning to make sure their work was perfect and to make any last minute adjustments, they found Joe – sitting in the same seat they had left him in – he had spent all night gazing at her face, talking to her, praying for her and crying. That morning, he did not leave her side until it was time for him to get dressed for the funeral."  credit to website of this information