He Is So Versatile He Is Even A Dancer

Goodbye, goodbye, see you tomorrow. What time are you coming? Maybe 10, 11, on the nose. PAUL MCCARTNEY and RINGO STARR in GET BACK

wherever you are, you are here

George staring in your soul The Office style since forever

fun doodles tonight of mmt wizards and some modern au musings........

can we all just stop a minute and consider how extremely ready for hot girl autumn john lennon was in september 1966?

what would you do if this darling amie sent you a telegram saying:

Come too quickly. Stop. Try again. Stop. Am waiting in Paris. Stop me if you’ve heard it. Stop. Stuff yourself with artichokes and live. Stop. Don’t stop. Stop.

It would get me out of my stoner dome, I tell you what.

Every friend group should include:

 Brian and Paul plays a game of cards during the Philippines leg of the Beatles’ final world tour, 3rd-5th July 1966. 

(Photos by Robert Whitaker/Getty Images)

[John] was so excited about Yoko’s arrival that he could not stop talking and the subject on his mind was sex. He said that working always made him very “horny” and that he could not wait to “jump Mother’s bones.” He told me that when he appeared on stage with the Beatles, he would often demand that a female fan be held in the wings so that he could have a “knee-trembler” – which was Liverpool slang for quick stand-up sex – before or after the performance (or, occasionally, even between songs). “I was always obsessed with sex,” John confessed. “I’d run after girls and feel them up, put them up against a wall, that sort of thing.” He said he lost his virginity at age fifteen with his first girlfriend, Barbara Baker, a buxom, buck-toothed beauty. John then described the deflowering. “Barb wasn’t wet and I had a hell of a time shoving it in,” he said nonchalantly. “I was frantic to get inside her, and when I couldn’t, I got so frustrated and angry that I started to curse her: ‘You dumb cow, what’s wrong with you? You’re tight as a rat’s ear!’” John paused, shook his head and smiled. “It wasn’t her fault, of course. But what did I know? I was just a weird, psychotic kid covering up my insecurity with a macho façade.” Ruminating about his clumsy, often violent approach to love-making, he said that he never used to engage in foreplay; he would immediately attempt penetration. “I had no idea you were supposed to take your time,” he laughed nervously. “I thought the idea was to get in and out as quickly as possible.” He also told me that he would sometimes write his girlfriends erotic letters. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they show up one of these days, hopefully after I’m dead.” John paused briefly to sip the beer a light a fresh Gitane. “I think after my mother was killed, I felt betrayed by all womankind,” he continued. “I used to have fantasies about torturing women to death. I still have a lot of violent fantasies, but I manage to keep them under control.” He said that if he let his imagination run wild, he would imagine crucifying women, actually nailing them to a cross, and then disemboweling them. “It wasn’t until I met Yoko that I realized that men didn’t have to be aggressive, didn’t have to be macho, that men could be gentle and tender. That’s the lesson Yoko taught me.”

John Lennon: Living on Borrowed Time, Frederic Seaman (1991)

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