Imagine Meeting A Boy You Think Is Cute When Ur 15 And Writing Some Music Together And Through A Series

Oof. This is the kind of Roman angst I live for.

Y'all ever think that, because it was his idea to stay with that one dashing fellow, which caused Thomas to consider lying to Joan about missing their script reading, Roman might be blaming himself for Deceit appearing and all that happened after.

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I’m trying to interact with other people in my fandoms but the need to lurk is strong

hey i have hiccups can someone scare me

I think being called apathetic by someone I just met says alot about me.

*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

#The destiel confession scene but it's just text posts from this day because I still can't believe this was real

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)

Hello!!! I drew this last year but I’m still proud of it so I’m posting it here!

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