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All you stupid bitches had to do was vote for Kamala. Oh my GOD.

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Some very beautiful new rare pictures from Ted and Joan's wedding, 1958.

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Diana at a Duran Duran concert in 1983.

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Caroline and John Kennedy with their nanny and secret service agents on their last day living in the White House. They would continue to receive secret service protection until each of their sixteenth birthdays.

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New photos of Jack from the Kennedy Library!

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Bobby Kennedy finishes his speech at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, California on June 5, 1968 – he would be assassinated moments later in the kitchen of the hotel

…The reality is that America got Nixon instead of Bobby, war not peace, despair and division instead of hope and unity. (…) Fifty years have passed since Robert F. Kennedy died on June 6, 1968, but his dream of a better America lived on. Given everything that’s going on today at home and abroad, Kennedy’s patriotism, principles, sense of decency and dedication to truth, liberty and justice for all are more relevant than ever. Bobby personified America’s better angels. He became a symbol for civil rights and aided those in need regardless of race, ethnicity, gender, class or religion. – Richard Aquila

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‘Sixty-one days later, it was my brother himself who was cut down by an assassin’s bullet. Even as I weite these words, they still seem almost unreal. Those sixty-one days were mostly days of sunlight for Bobby; days when thousands of Americans lined the streets of his campaign trail or him on television, and came to know him at last in the fullness of his personality, the fullness I’d known and loved since boyhood. Through his hesitations, his quick banter and self-parodying jokes, his humanity shone through.’

‘Life, and politics, went on. But not in the same way. Not for me. I was shaken to my core. I was employed to rejoin the political whirlwind less than an hour after Bobby expired. I told them all no. I understood very well the stakes of the forthcoming election. I simply could not summon the will. The months following Bobby‘s death are a blur in my memory. One day I decided that going back to work would help relieve the emptiness. I got into my car and drove toward Capitol Hill. When the Senate office building came into view, I began breathing heavily. I turned the car around and went back home. I used to go sailing. I surrendered myself to the sea and the wind and the sun and the stars on these voyages. I let my mind drift, when it would, from my sorrows to a semblance of the momentous joy I’ve always felt at the way a sailboat moves through the water. A sail from Cape Cod to Maine, with a southwest breeze, is a glorious adventure, and its a trip that Bobby and I had enjoyed together in years past. About 20 miles from Hyannis, you see a sweep of sand dunes. And as a sun descends, only a few lights appear on shore, and so you head off into the darkness. Yet in the darkness you can see well into the distance, once you have learned where and how to look. The Cape gradually disappears, and the shore lights with it. After a while, new, distant lights, small and bright, appear along the shoreline and then the full darkness descends. Seldom is there another boat in sight. And that is a truly magical time of sailing, because the North Star appears. The North Star, which has been the guiding star for all seamen through time. The North Star guides you through the evening. Its light is the most definite thing you can see on the surface of the dark water. And so you have the North Star, and the sound and swell of the shifting water. And sometimes the fog will come in and you must go by the compass for a period. But you are always waiting to see the North Star again, because it is the guide to homeport; it is the guide to home. So the voyage becomes all inclusive; you are developed in the totality of it. You are a part of the beginning, you are a part of the end. You are a part of the ship and a part of the sea. I gazed at the night sky often on those voyages, and thought of Bobby.

true compass, ted kennedy.

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Jackie Kennedy with her two children Caroline and John - Christmas 1962

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A young Jackie Kennedy with her dog

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Which of his sisters was Bobby closest to? 🩷

i would say he was closest to patricia! they were the closest in age as he was born right after her.

rose shared an anecdote about them in her memoir: “The summer when he was twelve and she was barely fourteen, both went to camp and both became dangerously ill: she with acute appendicitis requiring an emergency operation. She was joined at the same hospital a day or two later by Bobby, another emergency case, with pneumonia. Neither knew the other was there. 

Pat says: “They told me at the hospital that there was a little boy down the hall who really liked Cokes and comics and things, but they didn’t say who it was—they thought I’d be so upset. I think we traded a few comic books and sent a few oral messages back and forth, but it was days before we realized we were doing this with each other.”’

i don’t know all too much about the intricacies of their dynamic but i do know they always had a very special sibling bond. when jfk died, obviously patricia and bobby were devastated. as her marriage to peter started to crumble, bobby was usually the one who would try to steer his sister away from the bottle. but while jack’s death devastated her, bobby’s death absolutely crushed her and left her depending more and more on alcohol.

patricia kennedy lawford leaving the hospital on june 6, 1968 after bobby was declared dead .

her children began worrying about her. shortly after bobby’s death, she moved to paris with her daughters. in her son’s memoir, christopher wrote: “my mother would talk about jfk’s death. it was rare, but she did. bringing up the death of uncle bobby though… was just something we didn’t do. not for a long time.”

this was a year after bobby’s death during his memorial service in june of 1969.

pat sitting on his lap and bobby’s head laying on her shoulder 😭😭😭😭

this last one was captioned ‘skiing with beauty’ (bobby) by pat herself :((

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ryan murphy has casted sarah pidgeon to play cbk in “american love story”

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Diana, Princess of Wales - Arrives at the Premiere of the James Bond Film "A View to a Kill" in 1985

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President Kennedy smokes a cigar

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Senator John F. Kennedy and Jackie Kennedy ride through a St. Patrick’s Day Parade in South Boston. March 17th, 1958.