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The Beatles performing Twist and Shout at the Royal Variety Performance, 4th November 1963 (x)

Stab a politician day!!!!

honestly I thinks it's sooo fitting that the United States' national bird is the bald eagle bc bald eagles not only fierce predators but are also THIEVES. They don't like to do their own fishing, they are likely to attack osprey and steal their catch or feed on dead fish they find on a riverbank.

21st night of September Thursday

Someone on Twitter said this would’ve done numbers on Tumblr in 2015. So here you go Tumblr.

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)

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-

OH MY GOD

a collection of my favorite tweets regarding the Ever Given in the Suez Canal

Me

Biggest failing of the internet is that in order to be vibing with my friends I have to actually be talking to them. I socialize like a cat I just show affection by sitting next to you. Ily but sometimes I have Nothing to say. Not a damn thing going on in my head