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Back when i worked i spent 8 hours packaging chicken skewers and the first day i was so exhausted that i couldn't stop shaking and whenever i closed my eyes to sleep i kept seeing chicken skewers and i couldn't get the smell out of my clothes so i did my best to picture images of The Beatles instesd but they kept fading & turned into chicken skewers like in some horrible nightmare and i was miserable
they’re so fucking rom-comy that’s what gets me. The 1950s summer meetcute set to a perfect and lyrically pertinent soundtrack?? The joke that is a gangly teenage boy looking like Elvis when viewed by someone who’s legally blind?? the whole good boy corrupted by an older leather bound teddy boy much to the dismay of his overprotective father thing they’ve got going on?? romantic trips to PARIS of all places?? they’re so fucking cliché who wrote this shit
some beebles sketches
these are old but my obsession is never ending
Paul once reminded me, 'Don't forget, you're not very good, any of you, you know that, don't you?' I had forgotten, I had. It had gotten to the point where I was really believing in myself, you know, really having a good time being me. Apple was in its (comparatively) early days. I had been back from America three months, this was summer 1968. It was design time for stationery and advertisements and logos, we were building our image by being and that was trouble, being. Being was sticking your neck out and getting bites all over it. I don't think I ever hated anyone as much as I hated Paul in the summer of 1968. Postcards would arrive at my house from America or Scotland or wherever, some outright nasty ones, some with no meaning that I could see, one with a postage stamp torn in half and pasted neatly showing the gap between the two halves. Joan received one bearing the words: 'Tell your boy to obey the schoolmasters,' and signed: 'Patron.' Far out. Lots of people were getting postcards in those days; Christ, you know it wasn't easy. These were the days long before Klein came into town. These were the days when Neil Aspinall as Managing Director would come into my room in Apple in the middle of the day and collapse on the sofa and sit, staring and staring. He tells me now it was fear. I knew then it was fear. We were all frightened. We were frightened of Them and we were frightened of each other and we were frightened of the press. At about this time Paul wrote 'Hey Jude'. Remember: make a sad song better.
As Time Goes By, Derek Taylor (1973)
Roger Waters on his brainstorming strategy [Gerald Scarfe - The Making of Pink Floyd The Wall]
imagine meeting a boy you think is cute when ur 15 and writing some music together and through a series of events multiple MULTIPLEEEE people end up brutally murdered about it including the boy. this happened to my good friend sir james paul mccartney-
rip magneto you would have loved killing elon musk
Someone on Twitter said this would’ve done numbers on Tumblr in 2015. So here you go Tumblr.
Here’s something I drew a while ago!!
going through my concert videos and immediately thought of this post:
you’re telling me josh sings as the torchbearer during this part…
OH MY GOD
tumblr where are they
a collection of my favorite tweets regarding the Ever Given in the Suez Canal
Stab a politician day!!!!
Happy Ides of March!!
not to alarm anyone but is anybody else worried about how everybody is fucking stupid
This is one for the OGs
The Beatles performing Twist and Shout at the Royal Variety Performance, 4th November 1963 (x)
attention to all dashcon attendees
someone urinated into the ballpit while it was empty and posted it in the tag
stay out of the ballpit
What if there was an apocalypse but some people were really really in denial and optimistic and thinking everything will be back to normal soon?
Like they’d be foraging through the ruins of New York for supplies, shooting raiders in the face and saying “Man, this recession is really bad, huh?”
Hello!!! I drew this last year but I’m still proud of it so I’m posting it here!