Hedy Lamarr in Algiers (1938)
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
todays bird
trying on a metaphor
Not today Justin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

Kaledo Art

Discoholic 🪩
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@the-60s
Hedy Lamarr in Algiers (1938)
The concept of the Beatles being in Hamburg fucking prostitues robbing sailors and living on prellies and beer in 1962 and then a year later in 1963 they’re doing ageo in uniforms for the BBC at 3 o clock sharp so that the 12 year olds won’t miss it
I'll tell you a name-droppy story. I was at an ELO concert and someone came up to me and said: "I loved your documentary. I've got a question about Saturn's moon Enceladus and its ice fountains. I'm really sorry, I'm always doing this - I walk up to people who I've seen on telly and I think I met them, but I haven't met you before. Sorry! I'm Paul McCartney." That was the first time I met Paul McCartney. I've met him a few times since. He's always wonderful. But the first time I met him, because I'm such a big Beatles fan, I was completely overwhelmed. I loved that he introduced himself to me.
Brian Cox (the physicist lol), telling a deeply Paul story about meeting Paul to The Guardian, 11 April 2026
30+ year old women are the backbone of this website
reblog if you're literally 30+
@i-am-the-oyster - Nancy does seem to have taken his last name (though possibly she stuck with "Shevell", at least publicly, until she stopped working)! She uses it in her dad's obituary, and then there's this at Memorial Sloan Kettering, where she and Linda were both treated during their breast cancer battles:
Martha McCartney by Linda McCartney 🐶❤️
if you google "what is it called when" and the first letter of a beatle, autocomplete writes you a little poem about their apocalyptic destiny.
john paul
george ringo
(I'm sorry, but "rats get stuck together, reality feels like a dream, rocks fall down a mountain" has more emotional comprehension of the beatles story than many nine hundred page biographies.)
Paul McCartney, photographed by Gered Mankowitz at Decca Studios, London, 1967 📸
But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning around
All This Glamour for a Silk Bra
Memphis, Tennessee - August 19, 1966
from The Lost Beatles Photographs, The Bob Bonis Archive 1964-1966
1974 john
Scott Weiland • 1998 • photos by Chris Cuffaro.
The thing about the beatles is that The Beatles were already an act. Beatle John Beatle Paul Beatle George and Beatle Ringo were Beatle caricatures created and performed by Real Human Guys JPGR. The problem with the biopics is that they’re going to treat the caricatures *as* the real guys. But an essential fact about the Actual Real Guys is that they were living (sometimes trapped) inside a myth of their own making, wherein their public persona wasn’t just a performance, it was a performance of a performance. Everything is a bit. And frankly I don’t trust that anyone involved with the project even understands the pervasiveness of this concept, forget about capturing the insanely recursive meta of it all