What's It To Ya?

John Lennon, here. I play rhythm guitar and mouth orphan for a jolly group called Hando and his five little friends.

[eppysboys]

John, Yoko and Baby Sean | Now and Then

[yawnleonard]

now and then

[yawnleonard]

are you straight or bisexual?

"Your mother should know."

[yawnleonard]

‘  each  time  we  fight  i  crave  you  more.  ’ (meme)

"What if I'm a tree-hugging pacifist whose balls have started to sag?"

[yawnleonard]

‘  it  hurts  me  just  to  think.  ’ (hello!)

"You don't have to think, y'know," John teased, inching closer to the girl. "I've got the perfect remedy for that," he took a drag of a joint, offering it to her with a cheeky grin splattered on his rat face. "Live a little and watch your troubles fly out the window," he trailed off, relaxed as he sunk back into the sofa.

[hellyeahlennon]

John Lennon, January 1969. Photo: Keith Wolff.

[ktmarison]

MISC  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

‘  do  i  make  you  angry  ?  ’

‘  she  thinks  she’s  made  of  candy.  ’

‘  you  have  to  treat  a  car  like  you  treat  a  woman.  ’

‘  i  have  spotify  open  right  now  on  my  computer.  do  you  want  me  to  blast  you  ?  do  you  want  me  to  put  you  on  blast  ?  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  runaway.  ’

‘  nah,  nah.  people  are  gonna  start  liking  him  if  he’s  got  cake  like  that.  ’

‘  i’m  not  sad,  i’m  just  really  numb  inside.  ’

‘  each  time  we  fight  i  crave  you  more.  ’

‘  it  took  me  by  surprise,  the  hatred  in  his  eyes.  ’

‘  i’ve  pushed  this  man  as  far  as  he  could  go.  ’

‘  my  first  day  as  a  woman,  and  it’s  already  that  time  of  the  month  !  ’

‘  that  boy  needs  therapy.  ’

‘  we  both  love  you  unconditionally.  you  know  that,  right  ?  ’

‘  i  also.  .  .  feel  like  a  disappointment.  ’

‘  i’m  just  a  boy  in  love,  i  can’t  be  held  responsible  for  my  actions  !  ’

‘  i  miss  my  lover,  man.  ’

‘  am  i  being  too  much  ?  ’

‘  it  hurts  me  just  to  think.  ’

‘  oh,  fuck  you,  calling  me  (name),  like  it  doesn’t  turn  you  on  just  to  say  it  !  ’

‘  let’s  change  the  subject  !  ’

‘  please  don’t  try  and  fuck  him.  ’

‘  oops  !  you  messed  up  !  ’

‘  that  makes  me  sad.  ’

‘  god  fucking  dammit,  (name).  ’

‘  that’s  just  one  thing  that  we  have  in  common:  neither  of  us  will  be  missed.  ’

‘  i’m  trying  my  best.  ’

‘  what,  you  gonna  gouge  your  eyes  out  or  something  ?  .  .  .  fuck  off.  ’

‘  tell  me  that  you  love  me.  ’  

‘  i  did  nothing  wrong,  but  i  got  on  the  blacklist.  ’

‘  i  think  she’s  coming  back.  ’

‘  what  ?  it’s  totally  platonic  !  ’

‘  how  do  you  manage  ?  ’

‘  i’m  in  love  with  her  !  ’

‘  picture  this:  nobody  cares.  ’

‘  he  says  he  loves  me  all  the  time.  ’

‘  he  likes  to  make  sure  that  i’m  fine.  ’

‘  i  never  really  seem  to  hate  you.  ’

‘  if  i  had  you  here,  i’d  pound  you  to  a  pulp.  ’

‘  the  least  you  can  do  is  have  the  twink  suck  me  off.  ’

‘  i  wanna  suck  him  off.  i  would  like  to  fuck  this  man.  ’

‘  something  about  you  liking  me  just  doesn’t  sit  right  with  me.  i  think  it  probably  means  you  have  bad  taste.  ’

‘  what  kinda  music  do  you  play  when  you’re  getting  busy  ?  ’

‘  i  love  you  and  i  treasure  you,  and  you  bore  me.  ’

‘  all  dogs  go  to  heaven,  and  all  cops  go  to  hell  !  ’

‘  i  thought  this  time  was  different.  ’

[yawnleonard]

tame-the-fox​:

Jimmy ogles him through tortoiseshell lenses that are quickly losing their bid with gravity down the bridge of his nose. “Tick,tick,tick,tick” he croons morosely,his chest filling with what would be dread if it weren’t for the tranquilizers sloshing around in his glass. His holy grail is to reclaim Lennon’s attention back from his own introspection. “It’s a war we’re all gonna lose, Johnny. Isn’t it?” he implores, though his words are punctuated by slurred giggles. He abandons his drink in favor of the tiny sword that once pierced an olive before he crumbles at John’s feet, making a slashing motion at his throat with the ornament.

“Don’t you know,” Lennon teased, his voice low and monotone, "war is over if you want it, fucker.” Who could tell what was more pathetic, the miserable state the two were in, or the fact that the most remotely entertaining thing in the room was Jimmy’s attempt at humoring him with a tiny sword? Somehow, it worked. How John managed to locate a War is Over flyer and slip it beneath his round specs is beyond me. Those damn things were everywhere lately: War is Over! He almost bought the lie. Ah, but down went old Jim, the sight of the ornament at his neck sending John into a fit of maniacal laughter. Perhaps relapsing into his old drinking habits for the night wasn’t wise, but to hell with it. 

[motherlennon]

Happy Christmas from John & Yoko (1969)

[yawnleonard]

seasons greetings hope you’re well x ;)

[yawnleonard]

Borrowed Time

in response to this: 

Borrowed time. John liked the sound of that. Comfortable silence lingered between the two as he let Jim’s words permeate his mind. Some sort of mantra it became. “Without a thought for tomorrow,” he sighed for days gone by, sinking into his chair and taking one long and final swig of his drink.

[demonzebr]

John Lennon at the Tokyo Hilton during the Beatles’ Asian tour, 1966. 

(Photos by Bob Whitaker/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

[melisica]

(by Sanileg69)

[yawnleonard]

"Why are you such a jealous guy?"

"Whatever do you mean, my dear? Cunt struck good and proper, at your service." Cue the sly grin— wait, did he just b a r k? Yeah, Lennon is far from sober. Poor Cheryl is in for a long night. 

[yawnleonard]

🍻+“ when was the last time you cried ?”

"Is that what we do now, Jim, sit and talk about our feelings?"

[joan-deserved-the-silver-hammer]

lennon; 1967

[yesterdaysprint]

The Strand magazine, July 1925