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Joan Baez's hand, 1965, photographed by Tony Evans.

a red string of fate can be a leash. if you're enlightened

the sacred bond of marriage was created by god in the time of men's innocence so musicians could say some crazy shit in interviews

elvispresley

John Lennon at Shea Stadium (1965)

livingunderaclassicrock

I wanna [remembers that suicide jokes only further damage my mental health] talk tonight

realdeathwaltz

Not a single normal creative partnership has ever come out of britain

mr--spock

"This little thing?"

philcollinsenjoyer

michael we're not going to sabratha you stupid slut

philcollinsenjoyer

100% of arguments in get back part 1

luharibol

Pattie Boyd modeling

natgeofound

Undated autochrome of a water lily garden. Photograph by Franklin Price Knott, National Geographic

lizlemondyke

Tracy Chapman for NYT, 2025

going back in time to 1969 and kidnapping every single beach boy except dennis wilson to prevent them from ruining forever the way they did

#fuckass muppet vocals in the background that are loud as hell for some reason make me so violently angry every time i try to listen to it #i feel about the arrangement of forever the same way paul mccartney felt about what phil spector did to the long and winding road #except i dont get to make sunflower naked

berlynn-wohl

Just a few more of these. MASH + social media 2/2 (part one here)

velteris

yeah i drive the truck that isekais all those lonely 20yo NEETs and bored salarymen. it’s a really hard job. they keep sending me to workplace counselling after each hit. “it’s normal to feel guilt at ending someone’s life,” they say. how do i tell them that’s not what makes me feel guilty? “but it’s okay. he’ll live a better life in another world.” yeah, with 100 girls who could have lived normal lives but got drafted into being in these boring dudes’ harems. how many women’s lives have i ruined. and they don’t even know. they don’t even know

m1ssunderstanding

You know what pretty privilege actually looks like? That story where 66 Paul parks his car in the middle of the road with the doors open and the radio on and the cop parks it for him and hands him the keys like he's his fucking chauffeur. VS that story where 66 John ends up in a high-speed chase because he doesn't want to sign autographs and the cop pulls him over and makes him sign until his pursuers are satisfied.