1977: Paul Sings A Wistful Tune. (Note: A Fragment; This Is Either All There Is Of The Song Or All That

omg!! his old-fag-partner

headcanons about dating james wilson <3

he cheats on you with house

This is now my new favorite best friend duo

the bi-curious elf would like to hurt you sexually

potatoes

thinking about how paul mccartney spent the year 1969 putting the five stages of grief to music and no one even did a welfare check

If I could pull of this look, I would.

🥹

All of these are by @mattxiv on Instagram.

Here's to all the shockingly single bachelor uncles or the two very close friends who just happened to be girls and are only living together until one of them finds a man (they lived together for forty two years).

cannon

I just had the funniest conversation with a seventyish-year-old cashier at Walmart.

First she noticed my Beatles hoodie. "The Beatles!" She exclaimed.

"I'm a huge fan," I replied. 

"Paul." She said. 

"Mmm-hmm. Paul's the best."

"Too bad they're all dead."

Me, "Oh no no! Paul and Ringo are still alive."

"They are? Really?"

I nodded.

She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "I heard that Ringo is gay."

"Huh!," I said, surprised, "I heard the same about Paul and John, together."

She nodded and said, "They probably all were."

😂



“I used to pretend I could speak French, because everyone wanted to be like Sacha Distel, or Juliette Greco was actually who you wanted to be like, even though she was a girl, because she had the feel of it all: that French existential thing, they were all in turtlenecks and black and down the bohemian clubs. It was bohemia!”

“So I used to sit around and murmur. It was my Maurice Chevalier meets Juliette Greco moment: me trying to be enigmatic to make girls think, “Who’s that very interesting French guy over in the corner?” I would literally use it as that, and John knew this was one of my ploys.”

—Paul McCartney, Many Years from Now

“I'd always had a fantasy about a woman who would be a beautiful, intelligent, dark-haired, high-cheek-boned, free-spirited artist (à la Juliette Greco).

My soul mate.”

—John Lennon, Skywriting by Word of Mouth