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The weekend is for relaxing in bed - but now I need FOOD 🥞🍓 . . #weekend #saturday #bed #selfie #instagay #morning #breakfast #brunch? #hungry #foodneeded #4aug
“We became very good friends, really, for decades. I don’t like to bring it up that much, because The Beatles are so special that people might see it as boasting or something. But he actually became my friend, past being a Beatle to me. It was like having an older brother that had a lot of experience in the music business, someone who I could go to with my troubles and questions.
“I think [spirituality], probably, was the greatest gift he gave me. He gave me a way of understanding a higher power without it being stupid, or having tons of rules and books to read. But the best thing I can say to people that are curious about that is George was probably everything that you thought he was, and then some more. Very funny man; he could just kill me with his humor. He was a great guy and I miss him terribly.
“Strangely enough, we got along very well right away. He was the kind of person that, when he came across a good thing or the potential for a friend, he really was aggressive about it. And he had a way of knocking out anything that was extracurricular, or in the way of what was really going on. He could get you comfortable with him very quickly. I was always asking Beatle questions, and probably annoyed him. But, you know, he liked The Beatles, too. He liked talking about it and remembering it.”
[Tom Petty, NPR Music, 4th August 2014]
Tom Petty talking about George in 2014, accompanied by some of the ‘polaroids’ from the Traveling Wilburys sessions.
The weekend is for relaxing in bed - but now I need FOOD 🥞🍓 . . #weekend #saturday #bed #selfie #instagay #morning #breakfast #brunch? #hungry #foodneeded #4aug
Happy Birthday Maureen, who was born on 4th August 1946. These photos were taken at Sunny Heights on the 4th August 1967*, Maureen’s 21st birthday. The little boy is of course Zak and Maureen is pregnant with Jason (who would be born on the 19th August 1967).
(* Another source gives the date of these photos as 16th August, 1967, but I believe it’s more likely to be the 4th. In another dispute of the date, the photos may have been taken July 1967 and only published on the 4th August to celebrate Mo’s 21st).
Pics: John Kelly / Keystone.
⏳#σαν_σημερα #4Aug του 1865 κατοχυρώθηκε με βασιλικό διάταγμα ο Εθνικός Υμνος🇬🇷 🇬🇷Ο "Υμνος εις την Ελευθερίαν" του Διονύσιου Σολωμού μελοποιημένος από τον Νικόλαο Μαντζαρη (οι δύο πρώτες στροφές) 🆕#️⃣#challenge👉έχεις διαβάσει το ποίημα του Σολωμού;;; γράψε μας αν θέλεις ποιος στίχος σε συνεγείρει...🇬🇷 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg09O96tIGJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Woke up and ate some beautiful peanut butter toast before getting ready to leave for echo beach. the drive was 1.5 hours and I listened to music, slept and played btd5 for most of it hehe. got there and went swimming asap after eating some sandwiches which was v nice. then we dried off and changed and went on a hike up the mountainy place nearby. I nearly died but the view was v good although it was a bit foggy so we couldn't see everything. Walked down and Meg got pissed off but we stopped by at some place to get food on the way back. had a fat quesadilla which was v nice before some coffee ice cream and then home. got home v dead so showered and then Meg got on a high so fucked around for hours and now I'm deAd
-مع السلامـ… *طوط طوط طوط* انقطع الخط، ليست المرّة الأولى ولن تكون الأخيرة.. ولربما سأقضي حياتي منتظرةً إياه ينصت إليّ للنفَس الأخير ولكن ذلك لن يحصل وأنا بخير مع كل هذا.. تعلمت أن أتماشى وأتماهى معه في نفس الطريق، لابأس إن لم يرني أو يلحظ وجودي أبدًا مادمت أرى ظلّه وظهره وأشمُّ عطره. أنا بخير، مازال في عيني بصر. كيف أقول ليوسف بأنني لا أهتم لحبيبته الصغيرة نور؟ وكيف أعتذر للرحيل عن صراخي الدائم والمستمرّ في وجهه؟ إنه يصمت كلما أغضب، ينتظرني أنتهي من الصرخة ويستجيب لأمري حالًا وأبقى أشتمه وأحضنه في داخلي مائة مرة، هل سيظلّ هكذا حتى بعدما يكبر؟ أم أنّه سيستحيل إلى كائنٍ آخر يصعب عليّ فهمه كما استحال الذين من قبله؟ أنا بخير.. ما زال في الدنيا قمر. إنني مكتئبة، غارقة في الحزن وبمجرد أن أغمض عيني تنسلّ دمعة تخبرنني بأني لست بخير.. لكنني بخير. عندي رغيفٌ أبيض وسلة من الخضار..
Выставка посвященная дню солидарности с гражданским обществом Беларуси скоро начинается! #4aug