You sit there with a mass murderer. A mass murderer. Your heart rate is jacked. Your hand, steady. That’s one thing I figured out about myself in prison. My hand does not shake— ever.

raviolitimelord:

riddle-my-hiddles:

tardisparadox:

thestarsgowaltzingout:emilytea10:invisiblecashews:

Actually,  the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.

1912 to 1922.

The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.

He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.

#and he still ends up dead floating in the water

holy shit

And then, at the beginning of Inception, he starts out washed up on a shore.

still no oscar

Leo’s entire film career of unrelated projects has better continuity than glee.

orangeshipper:

whatsmyjenesaisquoi:

STOP

Spot on.

quentintarantinos:

there are so many photos of leonardo dicaprio that i don’t understand

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Leonardo DiCaprio by Hugh Stewart