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darkhorseharrisxn:
cleaning this blog out…. bc i miss george but i’m not sure when i’ll get the muse for him…
yup as of now rob and george will be my two male muses that’s all i have time for
worried starters
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trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )
“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”
cleaning this blog out.... bc i miss george but i’m not sure when i’ll get the muse for him...
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George Harrison was a giant, a great, great soul, with all the humanity, all the wit and humor, all the wisdom, the spirituality, the commen sense of a man and compassion for people. He inspired love and had the strength of a hundred men. He was like the sun, the flowers and the moon, and we will miss him enormously. The world is a profoundly emptier place without him
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Hello George.
He was in the middle of strumming when he heard that voice, and when he did the guitarist slowly broke out into a smile, “Mick!” As he set his guitar down and made his way to embrace the other guitarist, “How’re you?” Warmly embracing his friend before letting go, “You making out alright?”
“They certainly do it better in the States,” Elizabeth grabbed a drink from the tray of a passing waiter and took a sip. “That’s the only thing I dislike about England - otherwise, I adore it! I was born here and brought up here until I was seven years old. The States doesn’t hold such an appeal to me, to be honest.” Well, it was mostly because of her going to Hollywood, but somehow she didn’t feel quite at home as in England.
George nodded, “AH you’re much kinder to our motherland” Gently joking with the actress, “Though I suppose if I was shutting constantly from England to California--well I think I’d like California much better” A soft laugh then managing to escape his lips, “Well I DO prefer California to England” Sighing, “Somehow I feel like I could fall off the Earth for a moment and no one would care--whereas here it’s impossible too” His warm eyes landing on the actress, “Though you know all about that” Richard and Elizabeth had probably been hounded as this guitarist had, “Overwhelming innit? I mean when they chase after you--” Taking a sip from his drink, “Quite silly really-- I mean it’s not like I piss diamonds or anything like that” Cheeks then getting red, “I--I mean” Shaking his head, “I’m jus’ some ordinary bloke that’s all”
“I definitely do have quite a lot upset with me…” Patting George’s shoulder, “Always lucky to be your friend and I dunno wot would happen when we fight.” Eric placed a hand on his own hip. “I haven’t heard much of her, but she’s surely nicer towards me than most would be. And I suppose Jane is probably still unhappy with me.”
George smiled, “Ah we’ll always be mates you don’ have to worry about that alright?” As they managed to saddle up to the bar, and then George looking over at the other guitarist, “Wot’re we drinking then?” As Eric then mentioned Pattie, “Ah that’s because she’s all sweetness that one” The bartender making his way over as he offered another smile, “Oh I bet you could manage to win her back somehow Clapton”
I’ll be on George tomorrow night! and get to replies then!
A favorite photo of George by Barrie Wenzell from a 1968 photo session.
“I think people who truly can live a life in music are telling the world, ‘You can have my love, you can have my smiles. Forget the bad parts, you don’t need them. Just take the music, the goodness, because it’s the very best, and it’s the part I give most willingly’..” - George
I DID things>?!?!
"Bad girl. I thought we talked about not doing this."
Pattie bit her lower lip as she removed her finger from her mouth, she’d been habitually nail biting in nervousness instead of talking about what was bothering her, and George who’d taken on the dominant role in their relationship made it his resolution to break her of it after some lengthy discussion. She’d done well for about a week, coming to him with her issues as opposed to biting, but it didn’t last. “I’m sorry” she breathed sharply, knowing she faced punishment.
He kissed her and she calmed, closing her eyes and gripping him close to her as she leaned into his hands “I love you so much Georgie”
“More than you love that silly boyfriend of yours?” George gently teasing her. Long fingers rubbing the sides of her cheeks. Good thing he has those long fingertips---they were going to plan to be quite useful. As he then looked into her eyes, “Well at lease we KNOW for certain Pattie Boyd is in love with a Beatle!” As he gently poked her sides, “Imagine wot people will say to that!” Laughing as his fingertips then left her face to travel downward across her skin, “They’ll think you’re mad for falling for me” Shaking his head slightly, “You much better suit Paul or someone like that---” He would always marvel at how he got her to fall for him. Perhaps a reason for later years why he pushed her away so. “Oh...” As his fingertip traced her lower plush lip, “You and I are going to have to get away soon...someplace warm”
Elizabeth tilted her head a little, smiling. The idea wasn’t that farfetched! “You would look good as a woman, actually. I’ve got spare clothing if you want.” Taking out a tissue from her handbag, she wiped the lipstick off his mouth and added, “C’mon, enough playing around. Pattie’s probably looking for you.”
Laughing he nodded, “Pattie AND Richard” As they went to go make their way through the party, “This is a rather dreadful part though isn’t it?” Whispering softly just so that she could hear, “I don’ think I’ve been to a more dull one...” George was itching to get away, “Do you like England Elizabeth?” George always curious about America, “The only thing I’ve seen in The States is hotel rooms...” Shaking his chestnut tresses, “Boring--more boring than this bloody party”
It was fortunate that Frankie was in a good mood but perhaps it was more fortunate that the man who knocked the folders from her arms was a public figure. Her frown was momentary but his apology sated her and she offered the musician a small wave of her hand, ❛it’s noffink, don’ worry. Where’s the others then? I f’ought beatles travelled in groups.❜
“Ah yes!” A hint of amusement lighting up his eyes, “I’m really decoy George” As he nudged her. Aware that she was in fact alright, “Don’ tell anyone alright?” Another laugh falling from his lips, “Real George is too busy so he had ME stand in” He wondered why everyone thought The Beatles should migrate, as if they were some type of birds. “Really though I am terribly sorry can I ask your name Miss...”
“Most likely- she bloody hates me.” Eric snickered afterwards. “Not really. I knew she was upset with me, so were the others involved.” He hid away the supposed brightness within his eyes, trying his best to maintain a stable expression. “Her rude? Nope.”
“Y’know you have everyone pissed at you at this particular moment” Laughing softly, “You’re lucky you have -me- as a friend wot you’ll do when we fight I’ll never know” Sighing and then rolling those warm chestnut eyes of his before then looking at Eric, “Hmm no she isn’t is she? She’s probably nicer to you than most!” Gesturing to the bar, “Come on we’ll have a drink--lick your wounds sort to speak--I imagine Miss Blair STILL won’t give you the time or day?”