Was In Class On Zoom. We Were Put Into Groups And In Breakout Rooms And Had To Discuss A List Of Questions

a superhero whose name is just. so dumb and self-explanatory. they’re called like ‘Knifegirl’ or something and everyone’s too busy laughing at their stupidass name to realize it has nothing to do w/ their actual powers, the villains are caught completely off guard

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

everyone needs to get more excited when they see an airplane. i'm tired of people not stopping to look up at the sky in awe and wonder

My parent's place has a garage that's detached from the house. When we were younger, my brother and I would sometimes climb on to the roof of the garage. Our parents were angry and made us stop when they found out, and sure it was dangerous, but I wish we could do that again. I miss the days where we were kids and did crazy things. Where it felt like we could do anything and had the whole world in our sight. I miss the view of my neighborhood from on top of the garage, a galaxy unexplored and mysterious to me.

Our property was my entire world, and I lived there fully. I would roll in the grass and flick the slugs off of me in the spring. I would run through the grass at sunset chasing fireflies in the summer. We would sled down the side yard in the winter. And jump inside piles of leaves in the fall.

I wish I would have appreciated those days more, when I still had them.

this happens to me too often argh

Daily #1,984! Let’s see how much I remember later. (*still has not written anything down*)

*sheds a tear* a much simpler time, a more innocent mind.

Me in history class: Wow, humanity has been through some fascinating times!  I wonder if I’ll ever live through major historical events!

Me now: NO NO NO NO NO I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE

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)

21st night of September Thursday