a kisváros ült a pocsolyában és harmonikázott

no way....terra nova mentioned

not that you need it but the context is they're trying to convince ringo to let himself be ritual killed by a cult so they'll be left alone

you know how being songwriting partners is like marriage and songwriting is like sex and making an album is like being pregnant and songs are like your children. i don't even have anything to add to this it's just like. ok! yeah! what more can any of us do with this? you said it, man. sure!

People were reblogging this like it applies to other people. No, listen. This is about a specific guy. One guy in particular said all of this. This isn’t me romanticising music - Paul McCartney is mpreging himself with songs. He literally said this. He songwriting married John Lennon and then they had songwriting sex together in John’s attic which Paul called “Daddy’s Room.” Do you understand? I am barely even paraphrasing the words that came out of his mouth. This isn’t about the art of creation, it’s about inventing a pseudo-marriage with your best friend when you are 15 because it’s the 1950s and you’re repressed and British and they haven’t invented bisexuality yet and this is the only way you can have sex with him and have his babies, and then you spend the rest of your life Saying Things instead of admitting you think your friend’s hands are sexy and you want to suck his fingers. But you do still call his hands beautiful. You say this with words that are in the bible. And by you I mean just this one (1) guy (Paul McCartney) who did in fact say this about the guy he wrote songs with (John Lennon). It was a specific instance of these words coming into existence from the vocal cords of Sir Paul McCartney. No one else said all of this.

i could watch brokeback mountain a million times and never not cry because it’s about the passage of time which is probably the saddest scariest thing in the world. they could have built a life together but ennis was afraid and he pushed jack away and there was so much space and time between them and then it was too late. the regret and the guilt and the being forced to grieve quietly….wishing things had been different wishing you had known better wishing there was still time, more time, one last time, any time. and the last scene i mean how doesn’t it kill you. One shirt inside the other like two bodies pressed together. shirts not worn in years. lost their smell. lost their purpose. like the fabric of a memory. it was TOO LATE do you understand….he could never get back there….to the good times. To his love. time kept moving on but their love never could. do you understand

speechless

silly bitter man how i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!! ive just been sitting giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair at this video he was so funny PHIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i think musicians should never reveal who they write their songs about.. it alters the experience and is particularly disturbing in some cases

I looked it up… there’s no possible way to guess where this is going

Whisky a Go Go, Sunset Strip, Los Angeles,California. circa 1967

The fact that pride suddenly has this huge support in hungary is SO GOOD. I never thought i'd live to see a this. Politicans are speaking out, political content creators are speaking out, and people are recognising it as a distraction from what's really going on. Sometimes I love my country

Translation:

"Somewhere in an 8th district pub..."

"We are saving for the pride fine :)"

No, not strange. Surreal. I know life long homophobes (my mother for insance) who are doing a complete 180 mostly for their own right to protest, but also to defend queer rights. It's like i woke up in a parallel universe

ki a picsa gondolta volna h valamilyen formában (és nem negatív értelemben) a melegek lesznek amik ezt adják...olyan szürreális de komolyan

Cary Grant as David Huxley in Bringing Up Baby (1938)

Just going to leave this here.

Never mind that it starred two closeted queer actors.

If people actually understood lennon mccartney there would be a scene in the biopics of John just doing stupid shit and Paul laughing happily while everyone else is annoyed for longer than we’re comfortable with