Bobbykennedyshusband - I 💗 Buddy Holly

dear god i’m never going to get over this man

me and my moots <3

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

bobby really is that one straight boy in high school who’s whole friend group is the girls

robert f. kennedy and pat paulson trolling each other for 2:25 minutes straight.

in august, kennedy went cruising off the coast of northern maine with some friends aboard the palawan, a yacht borrowed from thomas watson, the chairman of ibm. a gust of wind suddenly blew jfk’s old bomber jacket off the deck and into the water. without hesitating or apparently thinking, rfk went right over the side after his brother’s jacket.

the palawan was sailing fast. the water temperature in the bay of maine was about 50 degrees. the captain quickly spun the wheel, but he seriously worried that kennedy would drown in the icy water before he could bring the boat around. he estimated that kennedy could last no more than twelve minutes. that was about how long it took to fish rfk, blue and shaking but holding the sacred garment, from the sea.

robert kennedy: his life by evan thomas

bobby kennedy + father figure by george michael