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aye, the side of paul I respect the most

Rip john lennon i hope you at least got to hit once gang cause if you didnt thats really embarassing

me too man me too

Lennon/McCartney (part 3/?)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 4)

oh my god another stanislavsky lover in the wild

reminder to post some unconventional unrelated to beatles brainrot🤣

Thank you for tagging me @glowing-gold ! Delighted to participate

Favorite Movie: I have soooo many. Dirty Dancing (i wanna write a McLennon au of this), Howls moving castle, all of the lord of the rings movies (extended editions obviously), a knights tale, surf’s up

Favorite TV Show: I don’t watch a lot of tv. But I’ve always loved Friends and Glee, and as of recent Ted Lasso as been an obsession

Favorite Musical Artists: I listen to SO much music and so many different artists. Kind of fond of the Beatles. Just a little. All of their solo careers (but esp. Paul’s), David Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, I LOVE Jeff Buckley, Hozier (I write all my smut to hozier). Aretha Franklin, Wings, Marvin Gaye, Kirk Franklin, Billy Joel, Frank Ocean, The Stones, lots of Michael Jackson and i listen to a TON of musicals. I love musicals. Hadestown, Something Rotten, Hairspray, anything by Sondheim. I also LOVE twenty one pilots and have seen them live four times.

Favorite Color: Green, but a deep, emerald green

Favorite Season: Summer 100% I have an affinity for all seasons, truly. But long days, warm nights, late sunsets, crisp mornings. I live in a cold climate so summers never exceed extreme temperatures. I just love the summer months.

Favorite Book: I’m terrible and don’t read nearly enough books. I spend all my time reading plays (for my degree) and fan fic. I wished I read more real books, but I honestly would much rather read fan fiction. Oops. I literally only read acting books, but my favorite one of those is An Actor Prepares by Stanislavsky, if you care.

Do you have any Funko Pops? I did in high school but not anymore. I hate junk (oops) and anything that takes up shelf space isn’t worth it unless its a book or record.

Do you play any instruments? Yes! Many actually. My main instrument is actually the bass, both double and electric but my specialty is bluegrass and folk playing! I also play a little piano, and have experience with the little stringed instruments of the world: Ukulele, Mandolin, I even have a Banjo-lele.

Do you have any pets? No :( I lost my childhood dog just last year and miss her. I take care of my best friends little dog a lot, though (aptly named toto)

Do you read or write fan fiction? All day every day. Literally. In all my free time I write fan fic, and every night before I go to bed and every commute to work I read fan fic. Mostly Beatles fan fic, although I just started reading All the Young Dudes for the first time and I am HOOKED. Wolfstar BRAINROT. I love fan fic, and I am pretty open about my love of it with my irls.

What song(s) have you had on repeat recently? ‘You Send Me’ (both the Aretha Franklin and Sam Cooke versions), Changes (David Bowie), Revolution (Kirk Franklin), I listen to ‘Lover You Should Have Come Over’ by Jeff Buckley every single day of my life. The Beatles are always playing around me. Recently I’ve been listening to a lot of Let it Be (1970).

Yay! Loved answering these. Tagging @johangeorghohman @cocaineskinny909 @tauruscats @i-am-the-oyster

𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟗.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓔𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻

𝙎𝘼𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

Julia’s Diary

Today was wild.

So, I was doing my chem homework, organic chemistry (drawing all those silly hexagons) when I hear the doorbell.

“Julia, get the door please, I’m in the bathroom washing the clothes.”, Mimi ordered. I sigh.

“Fine.”, I ran downstairs to the door. Opening the door I see… Paul!

“What are you doing here?”, I ask him.

“Have I come at the wrong time? I wanted to surprise John, I had a great idea for a song.”

Well, he surprised him.

“You appeared so suddenly.”

“John does that to me so much.”, Paul remarked with a soft smile. I blushed.

“What’s that song like? I ask John about your songs, but he always wants to finish something to the end so I never get the feel of your process.”

“Johnny being secretive, of course.”, Paul giggled, “I have listened to Elvis recently and I decided to move his chords down on me guitar and I liked the melody… I wish I could show ya, but I forgot the dumb thing, not thinking. I just wanted to get to John’s as fast as possible.”

“The melody just dawns on ya?”, I asked him for fun… As John I never got to talk with Paul about this in a more formal way, “I know the feeling, I write poetry in my freetime, the text just appears before me. Don’t worry about the guitar. You could always play on John’s.”

Paul was staring at me.

“You’re right, Julia.”, he smiled wide, “And you write too? Maybe you could help us two with rhymes or somethin’?”

“No, I trust you two can get the job done.”, I wanted to disappear.

Paul frowned.

“Will you at least give me some advice? Or critique?”

I cackled, “Of course, you git!”

I mentally facepalm myself for this, because John usually says that.

Paul took it well. He entertained me with some more topics and I didn’t notice when Mimi put a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, it’s your-young man himself, John’s little friend.”, it was the most effective save.

“Hello, Mrs. Smith.”, Paul politely greeted my aunt. 

“I should go get John.”, I said.

I went to John’s room and saw his clothes on the heater. Wet. 

“Okay.”, I thought, “Second solution; get bandages and some of my clothes that can pass as masculine. I feel sorry for John.“

And half of my masculine clothes were dirty and the other was wet like John’s clothes!

“Fucking hell.”, I swore.

It looked like I would be spending most of the day at home and without Paul. My thoughts were “God fucking damn it! I need to be more careful! I was reckless as John and Julia. I failed twice. And now I have to send Paul home.”

I go down the stairs with sadness. I somehow got myself together and told Paul, “Paul, John is not here currently.”

“What? He is always home at this time!”, Paul panicked because he liked when his plans go exactly how he imagined, “God. Mrs. Smith, do you know where John went?”

Mimi’s eyes widened.

“I don’t know… He didn’t tell me where he went.”

“Oh, he could be anywhere! I have to find him!”, Paul decided.

Why must he complicate things!

“Paul, he is fine really, trust me, I’m his twin!”, I told him.

“No, I have to check some places, and that fact makes me think you should go with me!”, Paul smiled.

“No, I’ll wait for him.”, I rejected his offer. But his offer couldn’t be rejected.

“Mrs. Smith, us two are going to search for him!”, he dragged me off.

“Paul, Paul, what do you think you’re doing?”, I asked him, while he didn’t slow down.

“I am taking another person with me to balance out my panic? Smart, huh!”

“Yeah, you’re smart but you’re mostly cute.”, I regret that compliment.

He turned his head toward me.

“John could be at the Cavern Club so we’ll go there first.”, he slowed down to a walking pace.

That’s when I knew this was going to be a long day. I wanted to escape that situation and tell Paul I’m John. But John would be compromised so… A long day was the better choice. 

“Wait here, I ask them if John has appeared.”

I waited for Paul. Paul calmly asked for John and the owner answered he hadn’t seen any of the Beatles since the last gig they played. Paul was sad.

“John wasn’t here.”

“Of course, it’s day, it would make more sense if he’d gone to Cyn’s.”, I mumbled.

“Julia, you’re a genius!”, he took my hand in preparation to run like a madman again.

And that’s when I furiously blushed.

“Let’s go to Cynthia’s.”, he began running and made a hard stop, “Wait, I don’t know where Cynthia lives.”

“It’s lucky you got her best friend by your side.”, I told him, letting go of his hand and leading him.

“How does it feel to have your brother date your best friend?”, this question made me laugh inside but I decided to be serious and make up a story about jealousy.

“I dunno, I think he could be brash with you and I’m afraid it will affect Cyn.”, I answered.

“I think he is quite sweet with her!”, Paul stepping into John’s defence was cute as hell, “I know he could be violent and agressive, but he always defends Cynthia and honours her desicions, privacy and time. Though I admit, he is possessive. But Cynthia could be clingy and possessive too.”

“You can’t say that against her!”, I defended Cyn, “Cyn barely sees him because of your practices.”

“You have a point, but sticking around during that time could be distracting for Johnny.”

“Well, John making a mess in front of her parents could be distracting for Cyn.”

I made a reminder to write in here that I shouldn’t be that overreactive to Cyn because it makes her look bad, even though it solidifies our “relationship”.

We arrived at Cyn’s.

I rang the doorbell, and her highness, Cynthia Powell, or Lennon if we continue doing this forever, came out with her hair full of curlers.

“Jules! What is the occassion?”, she noticed me first, “I didn’t think we were going out today?”

“Hi, Cyn, have you perhaps seen John?”, I asked.

Cynthia began laughing because I just asked where I was.

“I wish I had… We haven’t gone out in a while…”

I gave Paul the look of  “See?”

“Perhaps you could give us some more information where he could be?”, Paul asked with a scoff.

“He isn’t at Jules’ so… Because Paul’s here you checked the Tavern… You could check the record store!”

Paul lit up. Cyn did me a favour. At least I could see some new records.

“Bye, Cynthia!”, Paul dragged me again.

“Hey! Cyn, bye!”, I shouted for Cyn to hear me, “Why are you leading again!”

“Too slow.”, he said, “We were just fast walking! He could’ve got to the end of Liverpool by now!”

“Paul! Don’t worry your pretty head about it!”, I made a hard stop!

“Why’d ya stop!”

“John wouldn’t run anywhere. He’s lazy about stuff.”

“I’ll slow down then.”, he still held me by my hand, “But we are faster walking!”

I chuckled at his behaviour. I love him so much, my dear diary, I do.

“So, Cynthia calls you Jules?”

“Yeah… Almost all of my friends call me that. Even though my name isn’t shortened in anyway.”

“But it is cooler.”, god, my heart melted for that boy right then.

“Right on the mark, fella’”, my John was showing through.

We entered NEMS, a music store which began selling new records. I wanted to check it out for a while. Inside were two people, an older gentleman and a younger man who was becoming an intern I guess? The fresh intern went to the staff room. I was starry eyed! Records upon records upon more records! Paul felt like home too by his expression. 

“John and I have to check it out together! I could even bring George here.”

“Yeah, I’d love to look at this too.”, I sighed.

“You can come with us!”, Paul looked into my eyes.

“I dunno.”

Paul used the “puppy dog eyes” on me.

“You think we aren’t cool enough? Or maybe that we’re boring! Or… small?”

I remembered I was two years older than him.

“You are a bunch of nerds, and I am, so deal.”, I made an unfulfillable promise.

He happily leads me to the counter to ask for John.

“Hi!”

“Hello.”, the older gentleman said.

“Um, have you seen about this high-”, he pointed to me, “boy with a quiff like me and similar outfit enter today?”

The older gentleman gently smiled.

“No. I’d remember a teddy boy if I saw one. My son, Brian, always points them out, today is the day he becomes the director, so you’ll see him more. It’s a shame he isn’t working at the cash register today, he is great with this new record craze.”

So, that younger man is his son.

“Oh congrats.”, I politely congratulate him.

“I hope you find your friend soon.”, he wished us luck.

“I hope too.”, Paul said, “And thank you, good luck to your son.”

Paul is always so polite. It was already lunchtime, and I think Paul is hungry. Paul and I would usually go for a snack right about now so I knew where Paul was heading. Our favourite restaurant spot wasn't far from NEMS. I wanted to curse Paul for pulling me everywhere, but I didn’t have time. Paul headed to our favourite waitress which John relentlessly teased. Paul was intelligent, of course he’d head for her! 

“I didn’t spot any Lennon.”, she infeciously giggled, “Except his sister behind ya.”

Another fooled woman. Just how charming was my illusion?

Paul came close to me grabbing my hand.

“John’s not here, time to go.”

“Paul, you need to eat something!”, I said sternly, “You’re hungry!”

“No, I’m not!”, he was angry.

His stomach grumbled.

“Your digestive system says otherwise.”, I made a medical pun! A medical pun. So uncool.

Paul sighed, “Then we’ll grab some grub and continue searching. I hope John’s okay…”

He cares about me so much…

We sat on our… John’s and his favourite spot. Usually John would make some unnecessary puns at the waitress so I decided to do the absolute opposite.

“So, what’ll it be for you and Lennon?”, she was joking.

“I would like the usual.”

I would love to say the usual, but.

“I would like a burger, no fries, with a Coke. That’s it.”, I was straightforward with listing my favourite order.

“Siblings have similar taste.”, she chuckled and then she gasped.

“What?”, I panicked.

“Nothing nothing, just a funny little thought.”, she looked at Paul, “I mean you even share friends.”

“This is just pure coincidence, your Johnny went missing.”, I explained.

“He went missing!”

“Yes, why would I, his best friend, be asking if he was here?”

“Then we will hurry up with your orders, lovebirds.”, she’s done it.

“What?”, Paul was pink from embarrassment.

I facepalmed myself.

“At least our food will come faster without a prolonged battle of wits.”

“You really are something, Jules. Never seen a girl be this direct in my life.”

I raised my eyebrow.

“You haven’t met enough of us lad.”, I pat him on the head unconsciously.

I realized it when he said, “Haven’t had a good chance to talk with you.”

I quickly got my hand off, “Oh.”

“Usually I look at birds, I mean girls as people who like cute clothes, organizing themselves, having fun, following trends, wearing makeup, doing their hair… Geo would describe a typical girl as “Cynthia”.”

“George isn’t right. Cynthia is a great girlie, she loves art and enrolled into a great college and is doing gear.”

“Not in that right, but like… What I said before that. You are not like that. You are… A girl's girl, though, hum, you’re into records like John and dress more casually. You don’t draw attention.”

“Are you saying I’m not feminine enough?”, I got angry.

Paul got more pink.

“I-I jus-just think you being different is cool, because you-you aren’t interested in men, um, noticing you. You are just you.”, he calmed down. I didn’t see him mutter so much, except when he lied to Dot and when a cute girl approaches him.

“You are lying.”

He got pink.

“No. I mean it! Cross my heart. Which girl has such a cool nickname? Only you.”

My dreams came true, I could’ve died at that moment. I was red for sure.

“That’s enough. You need to hang out with more women.”

Our food arrived hot from the oven. We take it out.

“Bye!”, Paul and I say.

“When you find Johnny, tell him he shouldn’t disappear on you like that ever again!”

“I will teach him a lesson.”, I told her.

“Oh, Paulie, you should watch out! The stories are true! While Johnny is too intelligent for his own good, she is too intelligent for our good.”

I roll my eyes, while Paul laughed. I couldn’t help but smile.

“I know where we should go! You were right, this literally was food for thought!”

“Where?”

“Strawberry Fields!”, Paul took my hand and blushed…

“I won’t drag ya this time… Just keep up.”

“Alright, Paul.”, he led and I trailed behind him, quickly catching up. 

Strawberry Fields was further than any spot we visited so far. Paul wasn’t up for a talk now, I could see by his focused face and huffing. He was really worried for John. 

We arrived in record time for us two, just ten minutes of  “faster walking”.

“JOHN!!!”, Paul shouted scaring people in the park, “Julia, you take the left side of the park and I’ll take the right, we’ll meet at the fountain okay?”

God, I will have to scream an imaginary person’s name to convince Paul and the others. This seems so fucking funny.

“John!”, I shouted everytime before entering another part of the park.

I asked around for myself. I wanted to die of embarassment and laughter everytime. I had to go to some bush to laugh it out. My search was of course fruitless and I gave up pretending and went to the bench. I got my worried face on. I had to act. Because this really was the last place I would think of going. Paul came with a deathly afraid face without hope.

“Where is John, where the hell is he?”, Paul loudly elaborated.

“I know he’s fine. I’m sure of it. He is home surely, we just didn’t have any luck to run into him-”

“HOW COULD YOU KNOW! YOU HAVEN’T HAD A REAL CONVERSATION WITH HIM FOR MONTHS, JULIA!”, Paul screamed, “WHO KNOWS WHERE HE COULD BE! MAYBE HE WAS SADDENED BY YOUR NONCHANLANT ACTING!”

Paul put his hands on his mouth. I sold the image about Julia and John’s relationship too well.

“Paul… I didn’t know he felt that way. I could be naggy and too logical sometimes…”

“We are emotional too! We’re not queer for being that way.”, Paul got upset real fast.

“Paul, Paul…”, I pat him on the shoulder. I made my angel upset. I did that. My lack of planning made this day awful. Paul felt insecure for being called queer.

“People call you that?”

“My eyes… My eyelashes to be exact.”, he pointed, “My "pigeon" chest. My dainty figure.”

“You are not dainty.”, I defended him, “You are a man like any other!”

“I don't think I'm like John.”, oh Paulie…

“He is so brave and strong. He can stand up to anyone… Don’t tell him, but I really think he’s my coolest and my biggest idol. He is George’s too.”

I’m an idol? I’m like Elvis already. Jokes on me.

“That’s why he is fine, Paul. I won’t tell him, I promise.”

You told him yourself Paul.

A small pause.

“You know.”

He looks into my eyes.

“He respects you a lot too. He told me last time we spoke. His words were “Macca can play so well he could best any Liverpool player.”. I trust him on that McCartney.”

“He even in private calls me Macca…”, his words wandered off, “I’m glad you told me.”

He hugged me. It was late afternoon.

“If you want, we can go to my house and check if John’s back? If not, we could ask aunt Mimi to make us some tea. John bought a tin of Digestives for when you and George come by.”

“That’s nice of him.”, Paul smiled, “I’m sorry for dragging you so suddenly… I was so drawn in by my best friend going missing that I didn't even want to listen to reason.”

“It’s alright. I should’ve gone with you and searched, you did the right thing. And I had fun. Though it was stressful. I have seen the new NEMS record selection and had time to talk with John’s little friend.”

Paul blushed profusely. 

“Not so little aren’t I?”

I wanted to kiss him on the lips at that moment but I held myself together.

“Yeah. You aren’t. You're a big boy now.”

He looked at my chin.

“Yeah, yeah.”, he let me lead the way.

“What a gentleman.”, I chuckled.

“Only for a lady like you, Julia.”, he smiled sadly. His day did go to waste. John’s clothes are dry for sure so he will see his Johnny today. Now I was speeding up.

“Oi! Now, you are going too fast! Aren’t you tired?”

“Exactly why I am “faster walking”.”, I lied.

“I follow.”, he giggled.

“I love your smile, Paul.”, I regret that too.

“I love yours too, Julia, it’s beautiful. It suits you as it suits John.”

He called our smiles beautiful! Paul loves us! And respects us!

We ran and arrived at my house at sunset. I rang the doorbell.

Aunt Mimi didn’t get the door and we heard some shouting.

“JOHN WINSTON LENNON! YOU ARE GROUNDED! GOING TO STRAWBERRY FIELDS THEN COMING BACK DIRTY AS A PIG! AND TO THINK MY INNOCENT LITTLE NEPHEW WOULD DO THIS!”

Aunt Mimi was smart.

“Looks like we found Johnny.”, I sighed full of relief.

“You were correct about him being fine! Oh, Jules, you’re so cool!”

Wow, now that I write that down, I can’t believe that happened, but it did.

We heard some steps and aunt Mimi opened the door.

“No need to explain, auntie!”, I said.

“I’m glad you don’t cause so much stress, Jules.”, she patted me on the head, “My innocent little niece. Your poor little friend can sit down. John will come down, Julia will go and help him clean himself up.”

I hug her. I sent her a “thank you” look.

“Yes, auntie!”, I tried to go upstairs.

“Julia, I had fun!”, he said without reason. Maybe he knew I wouldn’t come down. So. I did the unthinkable.

“Me too, thank you for this day Paul.”, I hugged him and ran upstairs.

I knew my aunt was going to pester him about this.

I went to John’s room again and the clothes were dry. I got some already dirty towels and clothes on the floor. I put on my bandages, dressed up, fixed up my hair and put on makeup. And I was done! Great! Just great. I didn’t get to spend the whole day working with Paul! I haven't heard his idea yet! Maybe he lost it by now. Just because of mine and Julia’s poor planning.

I left my room and went downstairs just to be greeted with Paul’s hug.

“JOHN! YOU GIT!”, he squeezed me hard.

“I missed ya too lad.”, I said.

“YOU WENT OUT WITHOUT ANYONE KNOWING! YOU IMBECILE!”

“I went outside for a ciggy and inspiration, and everyone gets their knickers in a twist? Though outside meant some bushes in Strawberry Fields.”

“Where’s Jules? Can you ask her to come down with the guitar?”, he got pink again.

“You want her or the guitar?”, I joked.

“Um, I want both!”, he got defensive.

“You like my sister?”, I am a special kind of cunt.

“NO. I was wondering where she is…”

“She has become one with the bed, bloody tired from runnin’ after ya. Literally heard ya dragged her to find me, knight in shining armour.”

He blushed again.

“I apologized.”

“I know.”, I let off, “I’ll get the guitar. I hope Mimi isn’t too mad.”

“From what I’ve heard, she is.”

I get my guitar quickly. I’m back to see that Mimi is letting me hang out with Paul.

“I convinced her to let us work.”

“You are still grounded.”, Mimi stated.

“I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Until you’re 21, you are a child, John.”

I sighed. Thank you for looking out for me.

“I have this melody I have to show ya.”, that was the reason he came.

“Great. I have some text and melodies to show ya too.”

“We could combine them. Oh, do you know your sister writes poetry? It’s similar to you. Both of you start with text.”

“Oh… She didn’t tell me.”, I faked being disappointed.

“And she has some mannerisms like you, and she speaks her mind, and she has a good taste in music, her smile is similar and”

He paused for a second laughing.

He knows too much! Distraction, fast, distraction!

“You indeed like her.”, I spouted not thinking. Though this would be so nice if it were true.

“I wanted to say, that that makes you siblings for sure and shows how much time you spend together.”, Paul rolled his eyes, “Do you want me to get with your sister? You think people like your sister are my type?”

“They aren’t…”, I sighed, “I’m joking Macca. You know me.”

“It isn’t a very nice joke.”, he pouted.

“Oh, now jokes have to be nice?”, I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Jokes have to offend somebody otherwise they aren’t funny.”, a nugget of knowledge from John Winston Lennon.

“What’s next? It’s okay because the ends justify the means.”, Paul made a great joke worth a laugh.

We went to my room and sat on my bed discussing the melodies and text… We had a blast.

“You sure we aren’t too loud for Jules?”, he was worried.

“Oh, no… She sleeps like a log.”, I made up some new story on the spot.

He chuckles.

“I know now why you can’t stand each other!”, he thought to himself.

“Why Macca dear?”, I came closer.

He closed in, a hair away from my nose.

“Because you are too similar.”, he turned around, making me jump! God, I was being queer again! Stop!

“Yeah.”

Late night. Meaning Paulie has to go home. 

“I must head out.”, he poshly elaborated.

“I’ll see ya to the door, Mr. McCartney.”

“You know, your aunt has been making eyes at my behaviour because your sister thanked me for a great day.”

“So, I’m not the only one. Mimi is a queen.”

“Mr. Lennon, you drive me crazy.”

“Crazy? I drive you mad huh?”, I played with the word.

Paul rolled his eyes.

“Wanted to say mad with love?”

“Mad with power! God, Paulie, you and your love stuff. And you have to stop setting yourself up for queer jokes.”, I ruffled his hair.

“Thanks Lenny, now I have less ruffling to do.”

“Always at your service, Macca.”

“See ya, Johnny.”

“Goodbye, Paulie.”

I closed the door and was relieved.

“Julia Victoria Lennon, I trust you won’t be going out as John for two weeks?”, Mimi was washing the dishes.

“I promise, Mimi, I’m so glad you exist. How did you know we were coming?”, I went to the kitchen.

“Oh, I was watching every couple of minutes to check if you are near. When I saw you in the distance, I began screaming a bit earlier and repeated the whole sequence in a circle.”

“Auntie, you are very smart and I promise you as your smart niece that I won’t get into this mess again.”

“John is still grounded!”, Mimi was difficult.

“That sucks!”

“Your little friend understands. He respects John and respects me, so he’ll wait out.”, she put down the sponge.

“And my gigs?”

“Go and cancel them.”, she looked me straight into the eyes.

“Not even the gigs?”

“Not even them. Learn your lesson.”

“I’ll help ya around the house, just don’t make it two weeks.”

“Maybe I’ll look over next week's gigs, but this week no.”

“Oh! Great. Good night, Mimi.”, I put the chairs in their places and went upstairs to tidy up my room. I got out of my outfit. Always a nice feeling when I get off of bandages, almost as good as when I get in them. I take off my makeup. I wash and dress fresh. 

And now I’m here writing this down. What did I think of this day? Exactly what I wrote at the beginning plus…

I’m not letting myself make the same mistake ever again.

Rest of Sacrifame

the right headspace for making an impact on music, just an amazing thing to say

“we didn't give a flying fuck”

— sir paul mccartney, 2024

it hurts

it hurts...

Oh McLennon...this is intense!

Dear Boy, May 1971

I Know, July 1973