marigolds are very much in love

she/her | I'm Macha!! I draw, I like music, a lot of Pink Floyd.

[machasupport]

Hii heyyy I just wanted to say that Im sorry, I always see very nice comments when reposting (only reposting) my drawings but I never reply them cus I don't actually know how without being a little awkward 💔💔

But you all are very sweet, honestly it makes me quite happy, I really like knowing that there are people who enjoy my art 🥹😊💝 good comments are always welcome to my heart

Thank you very much, I appreciate you, and I will always be very grateful 💝💕

PD: sorry if I don't reply comments, Tumblr doesn't notify me 😢

[machasupport]

stopped drawing for a whole month and now im back with barright obviously ◕‿↼)

[rickyballz]

Greg Lake at Civic Center, Providence, Rhode Island – March 13, 1978.

Photo taken by Arthur D’Amario

[artist-in-autumn]

some doodles of the “smoll Rick” variety

[glassfirefly]

Richard Wright at Piccadilly Circus, London, June 1967. Photo by Nico van der Stam.

[cosmonautroger]

Jon Lord, Deep Purple

[lady-zeppeli]

PUT. HER. DOWN!!!!!

[chirpychipslive]

my stunning collection of neptunepinkfloyd posts that are halfway beautiful and halfway horrible

[mamazano]

“Roger was always taking much of his frustrations out on Rick and I slowly observed Rick’s resolve breaking over the years. Somehow, I don’t think he liked being a punching bag. Who would?

I remember when each of them had been gifted Cartier watches. Later, we were all sitting by the pool, having lunch at Roger’s house in the South of France, while the band was there to record The Wall.  Some of us rented a home while the Floyd recorded their next creative cycle for the album.  Roger was in one of his moods, and he asked if he could look at Rick’s watch.  As Roger was holding it in his hand, he leaned over the pool and dropped it in the water.  Rick said nothing.  Roger’s expression on his face was one of silent satisfaction.  He had won that round.

I think on that day, I began to lose my tolerance for the psychological games they often played between each other for fun.”

~~Ginger Gilmour, Memoirs of the Bright Side of the Moon

“We had a studio in the south of France where Rick was staying. The rest of us had rented houses 20 miles away. We’d all go home at night, and we’d say to Rick, Do what you like, here’re all these tracks, write something, play a solo, put some stuff down. You’ve got all evening, every evening to do it. All the time we were there, which was several months, he did nothing. He just wasn’t capable of playing anything.”

~~ David Gilmour, Mojo, May 1994

Wright: I wanted to work, but Roger was making it very difficult for that to happen. I think he was already thinking of trying to get rid of me.

Ezrin: I saw it happening and it really made me quite ill. I felt that so much pressure was being put on Rick that it was virtually impossible for him to live up to expectations. It was almost as though he was being set up to fail. Under the circumstances, I don’t see how anybody could have survived.

~~Mojo, December 1999

[glassfirefly]

Sleepy

Rick wakes up, startled by the sensation of being wrapped in a tight embrace.

“What happened? A nightmare?”

Syd’s voice is thick with sleep. “No, I’m a bit cold.”

“Come here,” Rick says, rolling over in bed and pulling Syd closer. He brushes Syd’s hair with slow and gentle fingers, while his other hand caresses Syd’s back, warming him.

“You always make me feel so good,” Syd mumbles, giving Rick a sleepy kiss on the cheek. “I’m not cold any more.” His voice trails off.

He’s asleep again.

“Sleep well, love,” Rick whispers in Syd’s ear before falling asleep too.

[shadowland]

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young at Balboa Stadium in San Diego, 1969 © Henry Diltz

[nuckingham-bicks]

David Gilmour and Roger Waters being interviewed while recording “Obscured By Clouds”. February 1972 in Château d'Hérouville, France.

[emilyirvineart]

Drawing them based on a 90s glamour magazine

[cookie-starihaveballs]

WE NEED SBR

[glassfirefly]

Eyelash

“Hold still, you’ve got an eyelash on your cheek,” Syd says, reaching for Rick’s face.

Syd’s thumb feels warm on Rick’s skin, removing the eyelash with a delicate movement. “It’s gone.”

Rick expects Syd to move his hand away, but he presses his palm to his cheek instead and Rick can’t help leaning into his touch.

Syd moves closer, his breath brushing Rick’s skin before kissing him on the cheek.

“Did I really have an eyelash?”

“No.”

“I knew it.”

“You love it when I find silly excuses to kiss you.”

“Maybe,” Rick says, leaning in and meeting Syd’s lips.

[more-relics]

[fullstopp4hj]