George Harrison circa 1968 (?)
John Lennon in Miami Beach, FL | February 1964 (I)
the thing that so few understand about paul is that hes the weird girl. he’s the girl who thinks too much about every interaction to the point where he cannot emote in a way that doesn’t piss literally everyone off. he has a toxic codependent homoerotic friendship within his own band and he’s STILL the one that consistently gets left out. no one wanted to hang out with him in hamburg. he is strange and sad and does not process any of it and it’s turned him into the weirdest most evil fucking girl in the world and that’s what makes him so compelling
it’s because i wear four rings
Teddy boy era John! I don’t feel like I draw bro enough *sigh*…
One, two, three, four Can I have a little more? Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten — I love you! 💗
John Lennon is my mother, my lesbian aunt, my sworn enemy, my personal punching bag, my gender identity, the ghost that haunts me, and the gayboy I keep in a cage and feed with dog food
walking martha and discussing house chores somewhere in 67
December. 1968.
Paul out and about with soon-to-be step-daughter Heather, Margaret Davies and her daughter Caitlin. Praia da Luz, Portugal.
Assuming the photographer to be: Linda McCartney
More photos of this visit to come. Stay tuned in.
Этот блог посвящён группе Битлз - моей детской гиперфиксации. Легенда гласит, что как только вам исполняется 23 — ваши детские фиксы возвращаются. И вот. Я здесь. Опять.
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