“We Nearly Always Went Up To His Little Music Room That He’d Had Built At The Top Of The House, Daddy’s

paul: if we put the songs in a certain order we can weave a narrative thread

john, literally twirling his hair: haha and it's like we're lovers and in love and the songs are all about us and our love

last week i was wearing a beatles shirt at the function and this old man came up to me and in a slightly shocked tone was like “are you a beatles fan??” and i was like “yeah!” and he was like “how did you become a beatles fan???” presumably due to the fact that i am but a youth, and i truly had no idea how to answer because the only two truthful answers were:

a) they are literally the fucking beatles, i know zero people who do not know/have not listened to any of their music

b) i saw one too many tumblr posts of people talking about wanting to impregnate paul mccartney and decided i finally had to listen to their whole discography

this stupid ass opening lyric this is why the buttsex brothers had you on covers duty for so long

i just. can you imagine being paul mccartney and your 81 year old younger brother is on twitter fanning the flames of your gay rumors

Biodiversity is bad, actually. I think there should be one big bug that rules everything.

never not thinking about ‘how do you sleep’ because the concept of writing a diss track and being like *spits* fuck you. you and your chart-topping hits and your loving wife and friends and your dead mom, actually, while we’re at it, and your pretty face and your mass appeal music and that one conspiracy and your secret hidden messages to me and—

can’t believe tiktok is actually getting banned, twitter is infested with bots and brainworm-infested musk bootlickers, facebook is king of QAnon, instagram caught the plague from facebook and is dying a slow death in real time… and as the dust settles… only Miss Tumblr is left standing… failing upwards once again

just started watching house and I thought yall were exaggerating but no. every episode is just like three wrong diagnoses that almost kill the patient and then house is like "he has underwater skunk herpes" and they give the guy a new butthole and he's cured. and then house chugs vicodin while talking about wanting to rail wilson.