August 23. River Phoenix's birthday. Yes, I know he's been dead for over a decade, but I don't care.
The funniest part is that I fell madly in crush with him knowing he was already dead.
Look at him. Honey. *melts*
He's not exactly tall, he has those gay rumors abound, and he did die of a drug overdose, but look at him. Those eyes. Those lips. That hair.
His life was destined to be an E! True Hollywood Story. To be an anti-drug campaign. And the funniest part, in the way that it really isn't funny, is that if production on his last film hadn't shut down for the weekend, there's a possibility he could still be alive. He was clean when he wasn't in Hollywood.
But, whatever. Point is, he's dead now, and my friends consider me a necrophiliac.
So happy birthday, River.
"Everything is ironic to me. There are moments I find hysterical, but I'm probably the only one who would find that, except for a few people."
- River Phoenix
1 comment:
hey, no fair. having the hots for someone like river pheonix does not make one a necrophiliac. i mean, a woman would have to be dead to not feel even the slightest attraction towards a guy who looks (well, looked is probably more appropriate) as good as that.i started really noticing him naman when i started listening to river by natalie merchant and found out it was about him pala. great song. great guy.
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